I've learned my lesson, I've taken the time to look over what I've done and here's my story. I'm just wondering if I can read this some time during the trial (in traffic court)?
When you ask me why did I steal, I’ve asked myself that question everyday. As a kid, I have a lot to learn about life. I have yet to experience the joys and tribulations of life-To live and to love and most importantly, to learn. At the moment, what was I thinking? Perhaps, it was a sense of entitlement as I assume most shoplifters feel. Obviously, that is nowhere near to a sufficient conclusion. So I will try as best I can to express the aspects in my life that lead me to such a radical decision.
As a child born to an immigrated family, my mother is a hard working nurse at (insert Hospital) and my Father, a loving and caring stay at home dad since my birth. Parents, who have chosen so carefully which schools I attended. The city was no place to prosper as a child, so they saw it best for me to attend the best schools around. Where else could one find such schools other than the suburbs? As fate would have it, they moved my sister and I to the current home in which I reside in, in (Insert city).
However, it was no free ride. The necessary expenditures on our home and private education did not come easy. As of recently, my mother has come off of chemotherapy and has continued to work day in and day out. Why would one do this?
It was always a matter of figuring out how the next month’s bills were to be paid. There was food to be brought on the table and mortgages to be paid. Why would one do this?
So, why would I do what I did?
Ungrateful, selfish desires.
As fate would have it, I did attend the best schools around-(insert private school) in (insert city), and (insert private high school) in (insert city). Private institutions where money seemed to flow freely among my peers-money my parents spent into the tuition and money I never had. It was always, “what did you get for Christmas?,” or “What did you get for your birthday?” Questions, in which I answered “Education of course!” Eventually, this answer degraded and devalued over the course of my life to the point where I eventually said “Nothing.”
As one can see, just as my answer degraded, my expectations and sense of entitlement to materialistic items increased proportionally. I became ungrateful, I became selfish, I became what I never wanted to be. At my schools, I pitied those who saw belongings as replaceable and cheap “things.”
Eventually, these replaceable and worthless “things” became my obsession. If they’re so cheap and replaceable, as I had interpreted from my peers, then why can’t I have them? This question echoed itself to me day after day until fate could only bear itself so much.
So your Honor, if you ask me what I got for Christmas this year, here’s my answer.
Wisdom. Life and things in it are only as valuable as I make them.
I wrote this paper, because there is something to be learned in everything. There is no bad thing in life, because I learned the most valuable thing I have in my life from this so-called “bad” event.
(inserts) have been used to protect the integrity of the institutions and cities that I am related to.