How could anybody ever steal from me? Whenever I was young, stealing was introduced to me at church, where we learned that “you shall not steal”. Those values are instilled in me and I assumed everybody had the same values that I have. I was wrong. It was late fall in my freshman year of high school where I became very good friends with two girls named Alyson and Brittany. Brittany was short and plump. She had long blond hair and freckles. She just had this look that made her seem very innocent and sweet. Alyson on the other hand was tall and skinny with short dark hair. She did not necessarily put off that innocent vibe. We were nearly inseparable. The weather was sunny and warm, we were always out and about whether we were riding quads, swimming or just having a movie day, When we were together we never argued, the room was always filled with random conversations and laughter. Brittany invited Alyson and I over for a sleep …show more content…
over which is something we did very often. Things were different this time, Alyson asked if it was alright if she could stay the night at her boyfriends and let her mom know she was with us. Both Brittany and I were not really okay with the idea but we just let her go. I do not know if Alyson left her stuff at Brittany's house on purpose or if she was just excited that we let her use us and she forgot. The following morning, the sun shining through the open window woke us up. Brittany’s mother asked us to go to the store with her. I packed up all of belonging into my large tote bag and laid the bag of Cheetos that I had bought the night before on top that way everything was ready for me whenever I got back. As soon as we shut the door to leave, Alyson sent Brittany and I a text asking “is it alright if I stop over to get something that I may have forgotten”. Brittany sent a text back stating, “Nobody is home so can you stop by whenever we get back?” Alyson was very mad and was saying things like “I know if I leave my things there I will never see them again” and “I can’t believe you guys won’t just let me get my stuff”. Our phones were just buzzing away from all of the calls and texts that she was sending us. About an hour later we arrived at Brittany's house.
I went to grab my tote bag so I could go home. As soon as i opened up the bedroom door, I noticed my entire bag was emptied on the floor. The bag was lying open and empty on the bed. My clothes were lying loose all over the floor, my wallet was unzipped, hair straightener flung half way across the room and my bag of Cheetos missing. I scavenged through Brittany's cluttered bedroom to find that not only my Cheetos but one of my tie dyed t-shirts was also missing. Alyson's book bag, pillow and other belongings were all gone so we had a pretty good idea who was to blame for my missing things. At that very moment I had many things running through my head. Why would somebody so close do such a thing? Was this her intentions all along, leave her things there so she could come back the next day whenever nobody was home? The situation made me feel embarrassed that somebody that I considered close would do such a thing. After that feeling passed, I was just very upset and it eventually led to
anger. I was so angry that I was shaking, I called her about ten times before she finally answered. I could just imagine her sitting next to her phone as it lit up with my name, plotting, thinking of what kind of lies she should tell me to cover up what she had done. Lies started spilling out of her mouth as soon as she answered the phone. “Why would you let yourself in?” I asked “I have no idea what you’re even talking about Marissa. I was never over there, I was waiting for you guys to get home” “Then where did all of your things disappear to and why would you even touch my belongings? Where is my shirt and bag of Cheetos?” There was a long pause. She began stuttering and was probably having trouble pushing words past the lump in her throat that grew the longer we were on the phone. “ I did not touch any of your stuff and I don’t even like Cheetos” I hung up the phone, shocked. I couldn’t believe what I heard, not only did she steal from me but she didn’t even feel like I deserved the truth. As I grew older I had realized, just because you have certain morals does not mean the person sitting next you to has the same ones. You have to be careful who you chose to be around nowadays because the morals of people just keep getting lower and lower. I know that in the future I will not make the same mistake again and I will stop being so oblivious towards how other people act.
On the bus ride home, I noticed that my sister wasn’t there which then triggered sceneries of what could've happened to her, all with unpleasant endings. On the bus, I saw my brother and felt relief that it wasn't him. My sister was still nowhere to be found so I asked him if he knew where she was but he also didn't know.
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Melinda was my absolute best friend. And I ruined it. We did everything together. Anything either of us did, the other one did the same. From soccer, to pink nail polish, to simply what we ate for lunch. I ruined it. She went through everything with me: thick and thin. I ruined it. I should’ve known. The night of the party. That’s when it all happened. I should’ve went to find her in the woods because I knew she was drunk. I saw her running back to the house like something had happened to her. I saw her take her phone out of her pocket. I saw her hit three numbers. I saw her put her phone up her to ear. When the police showed up I automatically assumed the worst. I had assumed that Melinda called the cops on the party to get it shut down. I never even once thought that there
On 3-31-2017 at about 0730 hrs I was westbound on Auburn Way S at the intersections with Dogwood ST SE, when I was alerted via my automatic license plate reader system to a possible stolen vehicle. The system altered to WA/BAW3136, which was stopped at the intersection facing eastbound on Auburn Way S. I advised dispatch of the plate and my location and dispatch confirmed that the vehicle was reported stolen through Olympia PD OCA 2017-01777. I turned my fully marked patrol vehicle around and followed the stolen vehicle as it went north on Dogwood ST SE. After following the vehicle for a short time, I stopped the vehicle at 3035 17th ST SE, which out incident. Other Auburn PD Patrol units arrived in the area and a "high risk" stop was done on the
People all over the U.S. commit crimes. Shoplifting is most popular, it happens every day causing stores to pay hundreds of millions each year. There's no typical shoplifter — people who steal from stores can be any age, race, gender, and social and economic background.
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This is because theft does not achieve happiness, generosity or fulfill the human good. According to Aristotle, the human good comes to be disclosed as a being-at-work of the soul in accordance with virtue (Aristotle, 1098a16). In other words, one must work hard and practice what they intend to achieve in order to be successful. Theft skips the step of working hard.
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Everyone is so panicked, so rushed, so busy. I sit and watch how they all run to and from the train only stopping once safely (sometimes) on or off and the first thing they do is check their phones thinking that they will have 100 urgent notifications that all just came through from when they checked it 45 seconds ago. No one looks up. No eye contact. No asking how other people how they are. No smile.
Since humans are imperfect, it is not unusual that one will tell little white lies or take something that he should not. So what makes a person commit fraud and take something valuable enough to be listed as a criminal offense? In order to understand why people steal, one must consider the root of a criminal's decisions. Problems caused by a non-intact family, low parental education level, poor school achievement, conduct problems hyperactivity, and emotional disorders are often associated with stealing (From A Boy To A Man 1395). This means that having only one parent, or none at all, increases the likelihood that one will steal. Parents play a huge role in how children act and many young people imitate their parents' unacceptable social behaviors.
Melanie woke up with nothing other than research on her mind. She knew that her last name was Easton and so was her mother's. What she didn't know was if that was her mother’s married name, or for that matter, if her mother had ever been married.
Stealing is a common problem in society. While some people steal once or twice, other People are unable to resist the urge to steal things. Some people steal because they do not have the money to purchase items. Some may get a thrill from stealing. Others feel entitled to get what they want without payment.
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A social status, whether you like it or not, can drag you into or out of a life of crime. A dead-broke bum with no house is forced to steal food in order to stay alive, and steal clothing in order to stay warm. Of course, you could suffer and not break any laws, but the immediate need would usually outweigh the consequences. You may not be literally forced into a life of crime, but it just might be the best choice you have. Being in such need makes stealing seem much more attractive than it would if you had no need to steal.