Don’t post if you feel uncomfortable. I’m handing enormous ammunition to people who hate me here, don’t do so yourself unless you are ok with it.
Anyway I took my kid to a McDonalds, bought him some fries since that is all he would eat there, sat down on the patio eating area since it was freezing inside. I sat on something, it was a wallet. Secretly thumbing through it there was the equivalent of sixty US dollars in it. Took them and left the wallet full of ID and credit and debit cards where I found it, under my butt.
All I know was it belonged to a middle aged woman, and at the time I was so desperate I lied to my wife and said I won money at gambling with play whe. I used the money to buy groceries such as powdered milk and potatoes, eggs, bulk cheese, and other essentials.
This was years ago and I wish I had written down this wpman’s info to repay her.
I know this is not the consensus opinion, but I actually dont think that is bad.
There is no loss to society overall, since you gain what she lost. You didnt destroy anything. If you steal something you incur on society the cost that people have to take precautions. But the precaution of not leaving around wallets with a lot of money in them is not that difficult.
At the Gallaudet protests, when people were parking buses by the entrances and letting air out of the tires with things like pen knives, so that only foot traffice could enter the campus (we later figured out we needed to leave one entrance accessible for the truck that delivered food to the cafeteria), I produced a tool that removed the valve core from the stem, no you couldn’t air the tires back up-- and the air was let out a lot faster. I was not in charge of hiding the cores, and I don’t, in fact, know what happened after I turned over the tool and helped let the air out of some tires.
That’s probably not the worst thing I’ve ever done from a moral standpoint, but if I’d been caught, I could have been arrested. Let me think a little more. I did some mean things as a kid, but I wasn’t a bully, and they were all isolated incidents (there were three of them, all at different schools, all directed at very different children).
Along with some friends, I deliberately set a brushfire once. Granted, it was on a tiny (like, 10ft sqare) island, so it wasn’t going to spread (we weren’t evil kids) but I’m sure there were birds and mice and lizards that called that place home.
I’ve had three flings with women who were engaged to other guys, two of them were rather long-lasting. Never cheated on any relationship I’ve been in, but I was surprised at how nonchalant I was meddling in someone else’s, when I’d been sure beforehand that I’d never do something like that. And, even worse, I don’t really have any qualms over it. I more have guilt that I don’t actually feel guilty. And having my mom tell me for the first and only time that she was disappointed in me when she found out about one of them did sting.
Most people knowing me would probably say “killed in defense of self and others”. But I was there and it had to be done so I’m not happy about it but I don’t have much remorse either.
For the worse thing I’ve ever done, you have to go back to the carefree days of my youth when I participated in a “dog hunt”. The girl had a really bad life after that (for as long as I knew) and all these eons later I still feel guilty about it.