Learning right from wrong
LEARNING RIGHT FROM WRONG
Yolanda Simms
September 7, 2013
Learning Right from Wrong
Although, I learned right and wrong from my mother at a young age. I spent a lot of time with family and friends whom I contribute learning lessons about right from wrong. However, my mom always made sure I learned from my mistakes. At the age of seven she told me I must tell the truth and not tell lies because it was wrong to tell lies. She would share with me stories about how her youngest brother use to get in so much trouble with their mother for telling lies. My mother wanted me to know telling lies is not honoring self and others. To tell the truth is the right thing to do. When I was ten, I use to get into fights with my sister. My mother did not approve of sibling fights or arguments. When we would argue and fight she would make us stay in the room together until we made up. As a result, I learned to value my brother and sister relationships.
Right from wrong is a feeling that is inside of every person. I remember when I was twelve years old, playing in the neighborhood with my friends, I was always hesitant to do the things some of my friends would do. First, I would think if I do this I am going to be in trouble with my mom. I would say to my friends I do not feel good about doing this. Although, my friends and I were thrill seekers, I knew deep down inside that what I was about to do was wrong. If what I was doing was something I did not want my mom to know then I knew it was most likely wrong. Because, when you are young you do only what your parents tell you to do or give you permission to do. Finally, my friends would decide to do it anyway and if I stuck around and we got caught I got in trouble to. I would say to myself you should of listened to your feelings. I now call that feeling “A quiet whisper”.
My family members played an important role in me learning right from wrong. My family is a very close family. We all support
Yolanda Simms
September 7, 2013
Learning Right from Wrong
Although, I learned right and wrong from my mother at a young age. I spent a lot of time with family and friends whom I contribute learning lessons about right from wrong. However, my mom always made sure I learned from my mistakes. At the age of seven she told me I must tell the truth and not tell lies because it was wrong to tell lies. She would share with me stories about how her youngest brother use to get in so much trouble with their mother for telling lies. My mother wanted me to know telling lies is not honoring self and others. To tell the truth is the right thing to do. When I was ten, I use to get into fights with my sister. My mother did not approve of sibling fights or arguments. When we would argue and fight she would make us stay in the room together until we made up. As a result, I learned to value my brother and sister relationships.
Right from wrong is a feeling that is inside of every person. I remember when I was twelve years old, playing in the neighborhood with my friends, I was always hesitant to do the things some of my friends would do. First, I would think if I do this I am going to be in trouble with my mom. I would say to my friends I do not feel good about doing this. Although, my friends and I were thrill seekers, I knew deep down inside that what I was about to do was wrong. If what I was doing was something I did not want my mom to know then I knew it was most likely wrong. Because, when you are young you do only what your parents tell you to do or give you permission to do. Finally, my friends would decide to do it anyway and if I stuck around and we got caught I got in trouble to. I would say to myself you should of listened to your feelings. I now call that feeling “A quiet whisper”.
My family members played an important role in me learning right from wrong. My family is a very close family. We all support