Ben Favier November 29 2004 Theology

Personal Moral Story



Trust



It was fall, water polo season, of my sophomore year here at SLUH. I was sixteen and having a great time at school, home, and everywhere else. In August about a month after my sixteenth birthday I received my first car a blue Impala. I drove it for the rest of summer and into the fall and used it to pick up all my friends who could not drive yet. It was then October and my best friend Tim had introduced me to his girlfriend and some of her friends, one of which I really liked and was thinking about asking her out. So for Halloween we made plans to go to one of the girl’s houses and to go trick or treating. My three best friends and I all went and met up with the four girls. My best friend Tim had to go home at eight o’clock so that he would be able to make it to the Notre Dame football game the next day. I had told my parents that I would be home at eight also. So we went to the girl’s house and had a great time but then much to shortly we had to drive my best friend home. On the way to drop him off we decided that we would really like to go back to the girl's house. So we called my Mike's parents and arranged for us to return to his house around eleven. We returned to the girl’s house and stayed there until the phone rang for me at around ten o’clock. Needless to say that it was my parents wondering where in the world I was. They told me to come straight home and that both of my other friends had to go home too. I asked the girl I really liked to go out with me and then I had to go home. When I arrived there my parents were extremely upset and took both of my friends home. Then when they returned they expressed to me their disappointment in my decision to break curfew without telling them personally. I had broken their trust and would have to work very hard to get it back. The moral of this story for me was not to break curfew and more importantly for me to not break someone’s trust because it is one of the most valuable things you can earn from a person. Also having someone’s trust is a gift that you should treasure and not take advantage of.









Ben Favier November 29 2004 Theology

Classical Moral Story



Trust



“The Boy Who Cried Wolf”



Once upon a time there was a boy who was in charge of watching the sheep and warning the men in town when a wolf came to attack the sheep in the hills above the town. The boy was very bored and lonely up on the hill with all the sheep and one day he thought he saw a wolf. He ran into town screaming and yelling wolf as loud as he could. The men rushed out and came to the aid of the sheep and the boy only to discover that there was no wolf. The men returned to their village and their work. The boy was left again on the hill with the sheep. He was lonely again but he had liked the attention and companionship that occurred when all the men came up. The next day the boy again yelled, “Wolf!” “Wolf!” and all the men again emptied their homes and came to his aid only to find the boy alone with the sheep with no wolf in sight. The boy continued to call wolf to see if he could get people to come up to the hill until no one believed him anymore and stopped coming altogether.



One day a wolf did come to the hillside and the boy yelled and screamed, “Wolf” “Wolf” yet no one believed him anymore so they did not come to the aid of the sheep and the wolf ate some of the sheep. Because the boy had lied so often about seeing a wolf the men no longer came several sheep were killed. The Moral of this story is that when you lose peoples trust by deliberately lying to them, you or something will be hurt. It again shows the importance of trust.