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The Ethical And Moral Standard Bestowed Upon Me Essay

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I do not claim to be perfect or that I have never told a lie. To make such claims would prove immoral to say the least. Yet, I may have extended my lunch hour and attributed the inconvenience to a brazen captain at the front gate or claimed the girl at the register was new and in training, thereby thwarting my chance at returning to my duties in time. Surely, such petty occurrences couldn’t possibly do any harm? One philosopher believed lying to be an ignoble act and should never be exercised, no matter how irrelevant they may seem. However, in spite of my faults, and there are plenty, I am confident that have applied the ethical and moral standard bestowed upon me by my parents It is, after all, where my first lesson came from, and what a lesson it was. The tale that I am about to unfold is one of a great betrayal, one that involves stealing, lying and a great retribution, one that embodies immorality at its worst. My father worked as a parking lot attendant where he made a living collecting tips. His tips often came in dollar bills and sometime coins, which he kept unlock in a tin piggy bank in his dresser drawer. My father trusted his daughters and didn’t feel the need to lock the bank. He allowed us full access to it; however, he did have one rule and one rule only: tell him when we take even a penny from his bank. He never, and I mean never, said no. I pride myself in being obedient; I always did as I was told. I would never go into his bank without his knowledge. He

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