Moral Decisions on "THE BRIDGE"

For me, moral decisions have never been easy. I mean, if it was between good and bad, and I knew the difference, then I'd choose the path of good. However, sometimes, it's not so easy, and sometimes, it's not just black and white. And that's when one has trouble, even one such as myself. For instance, I used to take CCD. But it was getting really annoying. We had all these meetings and rediculous classes and such. I had two years to go until I make confirmation, and I skipped them. I dropped out of the course. I wasn't getting anything out of it, and since one is allowed to get married in a church without making confirmation, and the only benefit was the ability to be a godfather, I chose to drop out of the course. I figure it'd be better to have to take a three or four week course when I'm an adult and can tolerate it, instead of wasting time and effort on it when I could be using that time and effort towards something else. After all, I'm still catholic, whether or not I've made confirmation. Not only that, but religion isn't so important to me anyway, and besides that, true religion is in your heart. If you believe, then you are.

Another do now...literally

So, today we're doing this do now about...using the term literal, and what it means. I'd say it means something palpable, something that's there, that you can feel, that exists. It also means actual, as in, no joke. Example; He's going to beat you up...literally. I use the term quite often, and it's a fun term to use. It's really quite fun...literally. I suppose it truly depends on the use of the word. It's also fun to use with sarcasm.

I cried, "don't give up"

She's got my heart tied in a tight knot, and she seems to be happy. 

I try to be chill, but her green eyes are so hot I melt away. She and I, we are the same. We have our own styles, and we won't change. 

What are the memories, in a time of peace, in a time of war? As I hold her, two things dim. Her eyes fade. She's leaving today, in the wake of this madness. I cry, "don't give up", but her heart stops. She's only fifteen, dying.

Drexial and Lexael, the Nadre brothers.

Step, step, step, step, step. I've done this before. Every single day. I'm so used to it. And yet, I love every second of it. My name is Drexial, and I'm getting on in years. I'm the left brother of a shoe named Lexael. We have been all over the place, let me tell you. Our owner, this awesome guy, wears us all the time. We're the only shoes he ever wears, and we're still in pretty damn good shape, let me tell you. At first, we had some boring ass name. It may be stitched into me and engraved in my workings, not to mention written on my box, but our owner renamed us. He based our names on the anagram of his name which is his username here. We've been on several hour car rides back and forth from his beach house, we've been all over the halls of a middle school and a REALLY HUGE high school too. We've been all over countless houses, and god only knows how many feet we've walked. And one thing's for sure; if there's a tempo to keep, one of us two, if not both, will be excitedly tapping to the beat, even when there isn't one to tap to. Sometimes, our owner and us are content to just tap to the beat of his life, just tapping along. I mean, we get to rest when he's at home, and usually the weekends are spent with us just sleeping, but on the rare occasions when he migrates during the weekends, we're always along for the ride. You may have noticed I have no laces. This is because I am a free spirit, and I have a soul, believe me. It's made of firm rubber, making me just as fit as a laced shoe to do...well, anything really. Oh, you may have noticed the strapping fellow next to me. That's Bleach. He's a wristband my owner wears during school. He's been around as long as I have you know. We're quite good friends. His sister, who hangs around on my owner's other wrist is constantly flirting with my brother. Oh yeah, Bleach is always on my owner's right hand, and his sister is always on his left. Ironic, my brother's on the right foot, flirting with a left wrist-band. Anyway, I'll admit, my owner's no lightweight. But I'm strong and durable, and my brother and I will do what we can to support him and help him move.

A Moral Dilemma; A father's agonizing choice

A Father's Agonizing Choice

You are an inmate in a concentration camp. A sadistic guard is about to hang your son who tried to escape and wants you to pull the chair from underneath him. He says that if you don't he will not only kill your son but some other innocent inmate as well. You don't have any doubt that he means what he says. What should you do?

If I had to pick one of these choices, I believe I would take the first choice. I am his father, he's my responsibility. Therefore, I would be the one to pull the chair, as he is my responsibility, and letting someone else die because I shirked my responsibility would make me an even worse person. I may hate myself afterwards, but at least I'd only be responsible for my son and not for the death of someone who could've been freed in the future.