I rewatched a show about the news. I have seen it before, but the plot hit me differently this time. The anchor was on a "mission to civilize", which to him meant telling the truth on the air. Even when the cost was great, which it sometimes was. At least if you count broken ribs, or landing in jail. 

The episodes nourished my thirst for honesty. Even though the characters are fictional, I clung to their integrity like the GPS on my phone when I am lost. 

It is not that I do not already know the eighth commandment. In fact I have memorized it in English, Hebrew, and song. But what I need even more than the repetition of those words which number nine, two, and six respectively, is seeing it in action. 

How does it play out, when telling the truth is inconvenient? Unpopular? Scary? Expensive? Dangerous? 

The integrity of the staff of The Newsroom, which resonated within me like a tuning fork, revealed a dissonant sound. There are those instances where I wiggle with the facts, and justify it. 

I doubt that I am courageous enough to walk into a cement cell to embody my values. I have been spared that particular moment of truth. But I am trying to do less wiggling.