Truth is as things are, as they were and as they are to come. Abraham Lincoln said, "How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four!? Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg." What I share with you is what is. You can call it what you like, but it is what it is.
While attending Boston College, I worked as a waiter at Boston’s premier Anthony’s Pier 4 Restaurant. People from all over the world worked there and dined there. One day, while working the a lunch shift, I overheard a group of businessmen from New York City talking very seriously over lunch. One man leaned forward and in a very matter of fact way said, “Look, no matter how you cut it, an apple is an apple. And that’s the truth!” His words impressed me and that very afternoon I wrote the following poem:
An apple is an apple, no matter what the way
You choose to eat or cut it, or the price you have to pay.
It may be green and bitter, or very sweet and red.
It may be large and shiny or withered, small and dead.
You can carve that apple nicely or leave it there to rot.
You can bake it in the oven, or stew it in a pot.
You can share it with a neighbor and make yourself friend.
It’s how you use your apple that matters in the end.
Now truth is like that apple. It’s very plain to see,
If it’s in your hand at present or in a distant tree.
So hold to the fruit of wisdom, while old or in your youth.
Wherever you may find it, the truth is still the truth.