The blueprint of an individual’s ethical standards would automatically include empathy to the highest degree. Unfortunately, we do not live in a perfect world. The best we can hope for is that somewhere along the journey we will endure experiences, of both positive and negative influence, that will shape our moral beliefs into something we can be proud of. I feel fortunate to have endured my own hard times with such a generously loving and supportive mother. She was a pillar of strength, while our comfortable life crumbled around us. As for the children who chose to ridicule that overweight and bucktoothed girl, I would thank them today. Of course, I thought my world would never be the same again after that morning, but I survived. Ironically, their negative influence promoted the most endearing quality of my ethical foundation, empathy. Perhaps for some people the ability to be empathetic is second nature. For others, nature may have to run its course, and teach the art of humanity through painful experience. I have often wondered about those children at the bus stop. Although graciously accepted that morning so long ago, would that always be the case? When would life present them with their own “bus stop”? When would they remember that overweight, bucktoothed girl, and regret their behavior? Sadly enough, maybe they never
The blueprint of an individual’s ethical standards would automatically include empathy to the highest degree. Unfortunately, we do not live in a perfect world. The best we can hope for is that somewhere along the journey we will endure experiences, of both positive and negative influence, that will shape our moral beliefs into something we can be proud of. I feel fortunate to have endured my own hard times with such a generously loving and supportive mother. She was a pillar of strength, while our comfortable life crumbled around us. As for the children who chose to ridicule that overweight and bucktoothed girl, I would thank them today. Of course, I thought my world would never be the same again after that morning, but I survived. Ironically, their negative influence promoted the most endearing quality of my ethical foundation, empathy. Perhaps for some people the ability to be empathetic is second nature. For others, nature may have to run its course, and teach the art of humanity through painful experience. I have often wondered about those children at the bus stop. Although graciously accepted that morning so long ago, would that always be the case? When would life present them with their own “bus stop”? When would they remember that overweight, bucktoothed girl, and regret their behavior? Sadly enough, maybe they never