I Made A Wrong Decision

We have ambition and we need to be noticed, so we sometimes take decision making in a wrong track which we later regret in our lives. This is an understanding that I personally Cost in dear, an understanding that has impacted my life the most.

My name is John, and hence, I was in my 15 years, and I used to be a smart student in class. However, below the actions that ensured my academic success, I was involved in a constant struggle of how to be popular among my peers. The type of upbringing I received and the background that I come from ensured that I never felt appreciated in school regardless of the marks that I scored. The more I attempted to gain recognition by high achieving students the more I felt out of place and rejected by my peers. The next was a contradiction that pursued me most of the time, the act in which a need for attention made me approach the fatal decision.

It was one fateful day, I was in the IT lab with my friends just paying a casual visit to the lab when our teacher informed us that several computer part have been stolen. The lab was locked and all of us found it rather strange that the theft was even possible. As I sat there, I recalled the stance of curiosity that we all shared taken from our exchanged puzzled looks deeper into how the breach can be made.

At that time I became overwhelmed by a desire to be admired. The result of this activity was that I wanted to be accepted as the smart one, the one who knew better than everyone else. I stood up for myself immediately and said, “It is possible to open that lock with another key. ” I said it loudly so that everyone will notice of my authority, my confidence.

The first impact was electrical, nobody was left indifferent. Tears welled up in my friends’ eyes and they suddenly looked at me with massive expectation. It was as though the key I had found opened not only the door of the lab but the door to acceptance in other people’s social environments. I embraced the new-found fascination as I had never felt such thrill before that engulfed me. In a bid to continue receiving this attention I went on to show how to unlock it, as much as boastfulness was painted with a tinge of dramatics.

About that I was perhaps unaware in that instance was the risk that I was taking in continuing to act as I was. Due to the desire of wanting to be in the limelight the negative impacts of it did not cross my mind. The cultural values of desire to be admired contributed to mediocre performance since I did not care for the ethics of my actions. That action which got me some measure of respect, was actually creating the foundation for a far more serious problem.

The next morning as I entered the school I was called to the principal’s office. My ruined look seated in front of the principal, the atmosphere in the room was tense, almost as if it were expectant of some sort of punishment. I was arrested for theft, with the missing elements from the IT lab found to have been taken by me, the accused. The charge was devastating to me, this took the glamor I thought I had when I was with the company just the other day.

“I did not do it, sir,” I pleaded shaking as I spoke. However, the principal had the authorities to watch her at all times. He cross interrogated me many times, every question he asked was aimed directly at my weakness, into probing my anxiety and my fear. The pressure to sort out the conflict was on and as the tension got higher, it became unbearable. Feeling that the matter could not go any worse I decided to confess to the crime thinking that this would somehow help.

Consequently, my confession did not appease the principal at all, and he shortly summoned my father to the office to come and collect me. Waiting for my father I felt this sharp pang of shame and guilt that I was so easily manipulated by that man and ended up betraying myself.

When my father came in he did not lose his temper or even fume instead he handled the situation in a very calm and assured way. He then broke his stride and ‘conscientiously’ whispered to me if I knew how wrong I was to be principal gagging a student like that. Finally, having been moved to tears, I said that my desire for approval was a big mistake that brought me to this. I narrated the incidence where I succumbed to Compensatory Pornography where the need for admiration makes one end up in a position they have to tell a lie.

At work, my father behaved as the head of the family, seriously and determinately in the principal’s office. He replied, “I believe my son. He is not a thief”. These statement was not only in support of my character; but an affirmation of faith implicit in the kind of upbringing I had received from him. Although I felt the stigma of being supported for doing something wrong, the feeling was rather short-lived; given that I had admitted to being a thief.

At least there was that, my father’s response was comforting and at the same time eye-opening. He seized this chance to teach his son an important lesson which has to do with honesty. “Son”, he said softly, “attention can never be compelled, true honors come from dignified behavior and not cheating , and never should you accept the blame for something you never did. ”

These words resonated with me to the core of my heart, as such I understood that my greed for public attention was charmed out an unethical decision that actually caused a lot of harm. The moment of admiration led to a state in which I was given the final chance to face the reality and the outcomes of the decisions made.

Today, I carry my father’s lesson with me as a guiding principle in my life. I have learned that seeking attention through wrongful means is not only futile but also harmful. True respect and recognition come from living a life of honesty and integrity. The truth, no matter how challenging it may be, always prevails in the end. It is this lesson that continues to shape my approach to life, reminding me that my actions should always reflect my true character.

This experience has taught me that the pursuit of attention at the cost of one’s principles is a path to regret. It is a reminder that integrity is not a commodity to be traded for temporary acclaim but a fundamental value to be upheld at all times. As I move forward, I strive to honor this lesson by seeking respect through genuine, honorable actions rather than deceitful schemes.