Many people these days commit and do things that are wrong. Some do it purposely sometimes and some don’t. I am sure many people have done things bad and have apologized and asked for forgiveness. Sometimes people have a hard time to say I’m sorry because they think they are taking their integrity away by doing it. There are also, some people who say I’m sorry, but don’t mean anything.
I as an example remember committing to do something that was considered a fraud. It all started by having the best experience in my life, which was driving a car. I remember learning how to drive the feeling felt amazing. I actually felt like an adult. My sister had barely bought her car which was a Honda Accord 96. I remember her being so excited telling all her friends and explaining how it had nice features like, leather interior, sun roof, CD player, and nice rims as well. I actually think it was a good deal for $8,000. The most important thing about it is that is was in perfectly good condition. I remember the day she let me drive the car in the parking lot; she was very calm and trusted me. I drove well and efficiently back home; on the other hand if it was my mom she would have been paranoid because of the fact that she might think
I thought I wouldn’t ever get caught up until the day I decided to pick a 1040 form for my economics class. I was accompanied with my mom and was approximately 7:30 p.m. I passed the post office and waited for the light to turn green and before the light my mom had told me to make a left turn because you weren’t able to make a u-turn. I wasn’t thinking and was distracted thinking about other things as I realized I made the u-turn I panicked when I seen a cop car on the right lane. I was thinking that he was going to pull me over, but at the same time I thought it wasn’t possible and was going to get away with it because there was incoming cars heading my way. I figured I lost him when pulling in the post office. Soon after I see red and blue lights flash at me in the back. I could feel the sweat on my hands dripping and turning hot; triggered by my fear. The first thing he says to me is license and registration I tell him I don’t have nothing with me officer. He says well “do you at least have a permit?” I said “yes.” I gave him my name and birth so he goes to his car to do a check up. I was speechless I didn’t know how to approach my mom how I managed to drive without a permit for 3 months. I finally told her and she panicked by telling me that I wasn’t going to get my license till age 21, and plus now by lying who knows in gods name what could happen. The cop approached me and said well “I see you have some type of identification in DMV, you must carry that referral with you at all times, I’m not going to give you a ticket for not having the permit with yo