Herald columnist

On Jan. 18, 2015, the New England Patriots routed the Indianapolis Colts in the AFC Championship Game. Then the news broke that 11 of the 12 Patriots’ footballs were underinflated to ensure a better grip — a clear violation of NFL rules. We still don’t know what exactly happened — and perhaps never will. But whether cheating was in play in this case is incidental when measured against the magnitude of deceit in our country.

It doesn’t take long to generate a long list of dishonest athletes. You know the names: Lance Armstrong (cycling), Alex Rodriguez (baseball), Ben Johnson (track) and Tonya Harding (skating), to name a few.

And we certainly know that cheating has no class boundaries. There are the womanizers: John F. Kennedy, Bill Clinton, Martin Luther King. There are the giant corporation tax cheaters: News Corp., Boeing, Pfizer. And, of course, there are high school and university student cheaters. (In a November 1999 cover story, U.S. News and World Report noted that “Eighty percent of ‘high-achieving’ high school students admit to cheating, 75 percent of college students admitted cheating, and almost 85 percent of college students said cheating was necessary to get ahead.”)

Whether the offense is deflating a football, stepping out on a wife or pilfering the answer to a tough exam question from an erudite neighbor, cheating is nearly a national pastime.


Cheating is what happens when human needs — for survival, love, freedom, power and fun — usurp one’s mission. We all have needs, and most of our time is spent in figuring out ways to satisfy them. We simply want is to get enough food, love, freedom, power and fun to enjoy life. Sometimes we obsess about one need over all the others: Teenagers may obsess about freedom, despots certainly obsess about power and thrillseekers obsess about fun. Frequently, a cocktail of needs are simultaneously activated. For example, we may find that the deflated footballs had to do with the freedom to break the rules, the fun of winning, but mostly the power of money, influence and recognition.

Satisfying our human needs is natural and right, but not when it violates our mission. Try this. Sit quietly in a darkened room for 10 minutes (it doesn’t take long) and ask yourself, “What is my personal mission?” Then write like crazy for five minutes. I predict you will compose something like this:

“My personal mission is to be loving, honest and transparent. I live a life of absolute integrity. I care deeply about others. People can count on me to do the right thing.”

Beautiful, isn’t it? We can’t argue with it. Indeed, that is the kind of person we would all like to be. But is it possible to live such a virtuous life?

It is for some. When India was seeking its independence from the United Kingdom, Mahatma Gandhi made a two-hour presentation to England’s parliament — all without a single note. At the end of his impassioned speech, all members of the chamber gave the Indian leader an effusive standing ovation and quickly encircled him to shake his hand. Seeing that Gandhi was unreachable, one of the journalists approached the leader’s secretary.

“Tell me, Sir,” the journalist asked, “how is it possible that Gandhi can speak for so long and with so much passion without the benefit of a single note?”

“It is simple,” the secretary said. “What Gandhi thinks is what he says, and what he says is what he does. He is all one. Gandhi tells us, ‘Man cannot do right in one department of life whilst he is occupied in doing wrong in any other department. Life is one indivisible whole.’ And that is why he does not need notes — all is congruent.”

What a beautiful definition of integrity — one that could also stand as a personal mission.

But consistently living a life of integrity is no easy task. No one is perfect. In fact, we are often slightly adrift, if only for a moment. Imagine a cross-country pilot. The aviator constantly checks the compass, sees that the plane is a few degrees off course, and makes an adjustment. Those with character are continuously checking their compasses. They ask the most important questions: “Am I on course? Am I headed toward my true north? Am I in alignment with my mission?” If they are a little off, they true up their line — and with any luck (and a good deal of integrity) they arrive safe and sound at their destination.

I believe that the men and women that I mentioned at the opening of this column arrived — through some convoluted mental and spiritual gymnastics — to separate their human needs from their missions. They allowed their eyes to wander from their compasses for too long. Marriage vows were broken. Contracts were severed. And, as we may discover, 11 footballs were deflated because someone’s personal mission — if one was ever internalized — was shut down and shut out.

Now, before anyone accuses me of sanctimonious piety, let me quickly say that I am no Gandhi — I am too often seduced by my own needs — but I am capable of self-examination. I can sit alone in a darkened room and ask myself, “What is my mission? And given my mission, what is the right thing to do in this situation?” When I abide by the voice of wisdom that resonates in my head, I discover that I am invariably a better man — at least for that brief moment in time when my hands are steady on the yoke of my life’s journey.

Do I live a life of integrity? Let’s just say that I make a lot of scrambling trips to that darkened room and leave it at that.