My Rudy Conscience

Haidt (2001) argues moral reasoning involves a conscious process, which means that the process is slower, effortful, deliberate, and controllable, while moral intuition process occurs unconsciously and thus, the process is faster, automatic and effortlessly. Thereby, Haidt (2001) contends reasoning still play a role in moral judgments, nevertheless, it is most likely as a post hoc attempt to justify one’s intuition-driven moral judgments. However, there are still some studies maintaining reasons as the master in making moral judgments (Kohlberg, Levine, & Hewer, 1983; Kuhn, 1991). Kuhn (1991) describes people still follow their reasoning to make judgments even though it might contradicts with their initial intuitions.

The first robber, who was going through the contents of the basket, was getting angrier with each handful of padding that he pulled out. The second robber, who was apparently more patient, continued to hold down Tree-ear. When the first robber finally pulled out the vases, he shouted out his anger since there was no food in the straw container. The second robber, who was more experienced in locating food and money, emptied Tree-ear’s waist pouch on the ground and the first robber scooped up the remaining string of coins. Tree-ear’s joy at the wholesomeness of the vases was short lived when the second robber decided to shatter the vases for “a little fun.” When the robbers left, all that was left was a pile of

Roger Jenkins, friendly neighbor, hard working, and always traveling around with the black suitcase. It was late one evening as Roger came home after many long hours of work, taking off his gloves and jacket, throwing them to the side. He shuffled off to his dimly lit room where his clothes were piled high from the ground, the light flickering at its last stages before burning out. He laid down, staring up at the ceiling, hearing voices in his head instructing him that he must get rid of what is in the black suitcase. He shook his head back and forth getting agitated and disturbed telling himself he cannot get rid of it, although, in reality, he was yelling at the ceiling while his face turned a bright shade of red. He closed

As mentioned in the film, Cliff would not stop the beatings until Kelly was dead. In that sense, Rudy was completely justified in his actions. For Kelly, the woman he loved, he had no choice but to defend her. I feel that anyone watching the film, myself included, understands the lengths people take to protect their loved ones. Even though self-defense is not a morally or ethically wrong, Rudy still fails to disclose to the police that he had been at Kelly’s on the night of Cliff and his role in the death. I feel that his failure to come forth with the truth is dishonest on his part. Despite his hesitance to own up to his actions, Rudy exemplifies his love for Kelly by risking everything to come to her

Carol walked down the street holding her boyfriend, Henry's hand. As they walked Carol turned to Henry, "I need a jacket for the music festival." " Let's go to that vintage store over there," she said pointing to the store on the corner. "Okay, it looks a little creepy though", he hesitantly sighed. They walked across the street to the store. The sign above the store read "Dare For More". Then, a woman walked out with a bag that appeared empty. The door screeched shut, then screeched open as Carol grabbed it. The couple walked around for a while looking at things that looked over used. They stopped at an old dusty box that appeared as if it had not been touched in years.

´Where is it? What have you done with the money dad left me?’ yelled Eric to his mom. He was at his wit’s end. The man had searched furiously in every corner of the gloomy, filthy room. Theresa, the 65 year-old woman who had a wrinkled face, watched the situation with her hollow and wet eyes, as if she was afraid to say something. Something too difficult to explain to a son, or maybe something too painful.

In the story” Thank you ma’am” there was a little a little boy and his name was roger and he was poor .He wanted some blue suede shoes .So he was walking down the street and saw a lady walking with a “large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails”. It had a long strap and miss Jones the lady that had the purse .Then the boy ran up behind her and grab the purse. The scrap broke with a single tug that the boy gave it from behind .but, the boys weight and the weight of the purse combined and made him lose his balance. Then he fell on the ground and she kicked him and then, she reached down and picked him up by his shirt and shacked him until his teeth rattled. Then she stopped and ask why did he do that. He said he wanted some

As we grow up, the voice of authority still remains in our heads. Therefore, the most common misunderstanding is that moral conscience is not a “separate faculty of the mind,” referring to the superego and conscience being connected or seen as the same entity (Curran, 130). As young children, we follow our superego simply because we fear betrayal from authorative figures, especially parents, but as we grow up we develop our own conscience that helps us distinguish right from wrong. Moral conscience is one’s inner sense of what is intrinsically right and wrong, which lead to moral actions (Curran, 41). Moral conscience allows us to make decision on behalf of ourselves and our own person values. We must see conscience as an ongoing journey of constant assessment and judgement, rather than an authorative voice echoing in our head, like Freud believed (Curran, 130). In the case of moral conscience, our actions reflect our values as unique individuals. The conscience distinguishes what God is calling us to do, from what the superego or authority is telling us to do (Curran, 41). A mature Christian conscience would pose the question of, “What is the wise and holy thing to do?”(Curran,

His curiosity got the best of him as he opened up the box. His eyes went wide as he realized what was in the box.....the Yellow Diamond! “No way…” he whispered to himself. He was cut off mid thought by Kat entering the loft. “Arron babe, lets go out tonight! I-” She quickly went silent when she saw her treasure from the night before sitting in his hand. “Umm where did you get that?” she asked as she walked to him. He backed up shaking his head. “That was not what I thought you would say. Here take this! I have to go.” He stormed out before she could explain anything. Frantically, she tried to call him several times, but he threw his phone in the river as he ran for his home. He locked himself inside, walking back and forth trying to decide what to do. Several times he considered going back, but decided it was best not to. He wanted to be alone for a

In the story: “Thank You M’am” A young man named Roger tried to Steal Mrs. Jones’ purse. She was just getting off of work and Roger had the audacity to run up to her and try to take her purse away. The purse was across her body and when he tried to snatch it the handle ripped. She kicked him am made him pick up her pocket book. He stood up and she asked him did he feel ashamed. He answered and she dragged him back to her house. When they get to the house, she makes him wash his face and asks why he did that. He said that he wanted a pair of blue suede shoes. She told him that they both did stupid things when they were young, but that he should not have tried to steal from her. He had nobody at his house to buy him some shoes. They

Years had passed since his longtime friend, Sam died. Jake had managed to move on, get married to his girl and raise a family. He had taken his degree and although he had never managed to become president of a large company, he had used it to have a successful and rewarding career. It was a warm sunny summer day; Jake long since retired entered the local discount store. He entered the store in hurry; his gate now awkward and somewhat stooped over from age. His arms swung back and forth as he rushed toward the isle, which held the prize he was after, as though it was to be his last chance to retrieve the item. Without warning his quest was interrupted as he collided with a mass directly in front of him. Nearly knocking the bystander to the floor Jake apologized. “Sorry, I guess I was in to much of a hurry; Grandchildren don’t like Gramps to keep them waiting.” Suddenly Jake was staring directly into the eyes of the person he had collided with. He realized that it was a man with thin, graying hair about his age. There was an air of familiarity about him and as Jake proceeded to leave

“Thank you Paxton,” exclaimed the elderly woman Mrs.Hanson. It was a routine Saturday morning and Paxton the paper boy was running his usual route. Paxton has been running this route for 2 years now. Ever since his parents passed it’s been the one thing he looks forward to every weekend. Pax doesn’t usually have much to look forward to because all he does in life is go to high school and sit around home with his godparents. He wasn't a studly boy, small, skinny, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes. His route, as always, ended with Mr.Shaun’s small home at the end of Huckle Road. Paxton always has had to walk up and deliver Mr.S’s paper because he was put in a wheelchair from a car accident a few years back. He noticed that the door was wide open, so he walked right through and felt a strong shove of cool air (personification). There was no Mr.Shaun, but there was a rather strange machine right there in the entry way. It was intriguing and Paxton walked up to it to give it a look. He felt his left leg press up against the machine and heard a clicking sound. He realized he had pushed a small lever and before he knew it, everything was black.

“Ok it’s in the back let me go get it” she walked away towards the back of the shop. While she was gone I looked around the shop. Books that haven’t been dusted in centuries filled the dark wood shelves. A chandelier covered in dust and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Gross I thought, don’t they know how to clean here. In the midst of my thinking the lady returned with the book. “$15.23 please” she said. I handed her a $20 and then received the change. “Have a good day dear” she said.

He brushed his hair out of his face and put the money inside a hollowed corner of the mattress. He sighed and laid on the mattress. He turned his head and looked around the ally. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something shining behind the dumpster. He got up and pulled the dumpster out of the way, picking up the shining object. It was an old beat up lamp. He scoffed. “What a piece of junk.” He threw the lamp and it hit the wall with a clang.

“Where do you think you’re going?” fumed the bartender as he left behind excess saliva on his unshaven beard. The traveller studied the bartender’s comical face but refused to gag, instead, he replied with,”Excuse me?”. Arrows of eyes stroke at him, all 3 individuals; the young man, young woman and the bartender had their arms crossed. The cafe broke into an uncanny silence. Sudden sounds of lip-smacking, done by the young man conveyed his curious urge to see what’s in the traveller’s suitcase. After thirty seconds of complete silence, the young woman decided to speak up, “What’s in that nice suitcase of yours?” “Why should tell you what’s inside?”, answered the traveller. “Tell me what’s in the