Personal Narrative: My Ethical Beliefs
My ethical beliefs started with learning from my parents at a young age. They were the ones that started the process of teaching what was right and what was wrong. I learned from them stealing is wrong, always tell the truth, help people in need, treat others how you would want to be treated, to name a few. This of course was reinforced not just through having stories read to me or being punished for doing something wrong, but it was also from my grandmother, aunt, and uncle who live down the street from our house. My family is a Roman Catholic family so, when I was old enough, I started to prepare for communion and confirmation in the church. At that point, the morals and values my family had taught me were not only reinforced but were
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This story about an even in my life made me realize what it meant to selflessly serve someone. At the end of basic training, the final test that needs to be past is a 12-mile road march. Meaning you are marching 12 miles without stopping carrying about 45 to 50 pounds worth of gear on your back. At the time, I oversaw the fourth squad of our platoon and we were at about the half way point of the road march. One of my soldiers I could see was starting to fall behind. Our Drill Sergeants told us at the beginning of the road march that is anyone failed to keep up or fall out of the march, they wouldn’t graduate. Without even taking a second to think about it, I told one of my fellow soldiers to make sure the squad finished the march with everyone else. I stepped out of line and fell back to the soldier, grabbed his ruck sack, and literally pushed him the rest of the way of the road march. When we finished we were next to last but, he still made it. My Drill Sergeant asked me why I did and I told him, he is a soldier in my squad and we don’t leave anyone behind. He then told me that I took the hard right over the easy wrong. It took me a while to understand what he meant but I finally figured it out a few years later. The easy wrong would have been to just leave him and keep going. The hard right was making the choice
This story about an even in my life made me realize what it meant to selflessly serve someone. At the end of basic training, the final test that needs to be past is a 12-mile road march. Meaning you are marching 12 miles without stopping carrying about 45 to 50 pounds worth of gear on your back. At the time, I oversaw the fourth squad of our platoon and we were at about the half way point of the road march. One of my soldiers I could see was starting to fall behind. Our Drill Sergeants told us at the beginning of the road march that is anyone failed to keep up or fall out of the march, they wouldn’t graduate. Without even taking a second to think about it, I told one of my fellow soldiers to make sure the squad finished the march with everyone else. I stepped out of line and fell back to the soldier, grabbed his ruck sack, and literally pushed him the rest of the way of the road march. When we finished we were next to last but, he still made it. My Drill Sergeant asked me why I did and I told him, he is a soldier in my squad and we don’t leave anyone behind. He then told me that I took the hard right over the easy wrong. It took me a while to understand what he meant but I finally figured it out a few years later. The easy wrong would have been to just leave him and keep going. The hard right was making the choice