Traditional Values :: Personal Narrative

Conventional Values Conventional qualities can now and again influence us to foul up things corresponding to our very own convictions. Individuals, spots, and things shape these qualities and cause us to give up to circumstances that neither impact nor hold our advantage. This is an unnerving idea: What on the off chance that one of these circumstances put our life or somebody else’s life in harm's way? This is an inquiry that entered my thoughts when I pondered congruity in my life. One memory specifically includes my football crew. As did Langston Hughes he would say with congruity, I also felt pressure from my friends to accomplish something I didn’t need to do. During my sophomore year, my partners needed to partake in right of passage a more youthful first year recruit football player. They requested that I assist them with removing the entirety of his gear from his storage, discover him, and beat him up. This conflicted with my own convictions. Not the slightest bit did I need to partake in something that had to do with the mortification of another colleague. Additionally, when I was more youthful, I needed to experience something very similar, and it hurt me profoundly. At that point and now, I took a gander at my own shame as something I don’t ever need to see another person experience. Before I furnished my response to my partners, different outcomes moved through my head; right of passage is illicit, and whenever sentenced, the wrongdoer would be indicted to the furthest reaches of the law. I was doing admirably both on and off the field, so why mess it up? So I contrived an arrangement. I would consent to support my partners, yet I would likewise consent to help the youthful first year recruit discover his hardware and assist him with escaping a horrible beat-down. â€Å"Well are you going to support us or not?† the quarterback of my group eagerly asked.â€Å"Yeah sure†¦Ã¢â‚¬  I stated, â€Å"Just let me deal with everything ‘cause I truly don’t like this kid.† He took a gander at me and grinned. â€Å"There you go, Taylor!† He went to the group of football players, â€Å"We got a sophomore that’s stepp’n up!† It resembled I solved two problems at once and spared both my butt and the kid’s in one toss.