The Truth about Lying

Over a lifetime, people accumulate a plethora of personal memories that may affect the way they live their lives and maybe even change their perception of life itself. I have a particular memory which I believe has played a reoccurring role in affecting my life and has helped shape my identity.
This particular memory that I feel has affected my life is simply that when I was in kindergarten, there was an annual traditional soccer game that was 5th graders vs. 6th graders which took place during school. The teacher could not attend but an assistant watched over our class. A friend and I misbehaved the entire game, moving up and down amongst rows of bleachers and having yelling contests and such. The following day the teacher called me into the hall to talk about it. I was scared and lied so the teacher did the worst thing possible; she called my mom. It was ugly when I arrived home.
I will never forget that day. This memory comes back to me every time I want to bend the truth, be it just small or a huge lie. This very memory has kept me from lying in many situations and has truly helped shape my identity. Throughout my life, I have been friends with many types of personalities from very studious personalities to very delinquent ones. There has been multiple times where a lie would have led me in a very bad direction for a long time, not just for the time being. Existing in my mind is a bit of fear that makes me not lie as I never want to be faced with anybody like my mom. In marketing, what I hope to be my line of work after college, there is a lot of “bending of the truth”. As I have been getting educated here in college, I have really learned a lot about the world and about myself. After various classes in ethics, philosophy, and just marketing, I now can block the memory out of my head if I am making an ethically sound decision by bending the truth. If it a thought that is not at all ethical, the memory will basically start giving me a headache until I the thought right. I believe this is why I am defined as an honest person by my memory.

The Indian Neil S
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