When I was in 9th grade, I met some mischievous boys. As time passed we became friends. I wanted to be like them. Later, I started bunking classes and doing puckish activities. One day they forced me to bring money. I told my mum that I wanted some money to buy a course book and she gave me the money with all her trust. That was the first lie I had spoken with my parents, which was the beginning of me being what I didn't want to be. Being what I have always hated to be. We all know that, as we once start a bad habit it becomes a part of ourselves. I was in the same condition, my lies increased day by day.
One day I pilfered some money from my parent's closet, after some time when they found out that the money was gone. They questioned me about it and as usual, I lied. I positioned all the responsibility on the housemaid that I saw her closing the cupboard. She begged, but my parents didn't believe her, throwing her out of the house.
Several months passed
One day I asked my father to lend me his bike and he agreed. I took his bike and went for wandering with my friends. We were accelerating so fast that suddenly an old man who was bustling on a bicycle came in front of us. We were unable to control and slam into him. He fell to the ground. The crowd started gathering, me and my friends were so terrified that we ran away leaving the bike there. At night when my father mentioned the bike. I lied that it was parked at my friend's house.
The next morning
Door knocks
My father opened the door and guess what? Police was out there.
I was so shocked and afraid at that time. They have tracked us from the bike we left there yesterday. The policeman told my father about yesterday's incident that the old man hit by our bike was badly injured and was hospitalized. My dad was in such a huge shock at first that he couldn't believe that his son could do that. After seeing the evidence he was so ashamed that he was unable to raise me well enough. He then promised to manage all the hospital bills and funds used in the treatment.
He punished me to take care of the old man until he was fully healed. At first, I didn't agree with him but slowly I started to enjoy his company. Lately, I left the group of my bad friends and the bad habits I have adopted from them.
I still, remember one thing the old man said to me that I will never forget.
"Mistakes, if not corrected become bad habits. Bad habits that aren't changed, bring about a destructive lifestyle. A destructive lifestyle that isn't intervened, results in casualty.
