Describe a time when you stuck to your principles.

A time when there were good reasons to disregard your principles, such as financial gain, an opportunity for hanky-panky, just plain laziness, peer pressure, etc. But you didn't cave - you stuck to your principles and you're proud of it now.

I'm sure I'll think of something...

I bought about $7 worth of gas back in the 80's I believe. The place did not have an electronic register that says how much change you should give back.

I give the kid a $20 bill. The guy gives me $40.xx in change back!!!

Me: What are you doing?

Kid: That's your change.

Me: I only got $7 of gas and gave you a $20. You gave me too much change back.

Kid: He hits the calculator and then says..."No, that's what the calculator says".

Me: Think about it...should may change be over $40 if I get $7 in gas and pay you with a $20?

Kid: I don't know.

Me: Gave him back close to the excess amount (best I could do with the bills that I had) and walked away shaking my head.

they probably would have docked his pay to make up the difference. Some of those places charge the cashier for it if their till comes up short.

I took the dogs to the vet yesterday and spent $125 on one of my Dad's dogs...I had to take the other one and together they were kind of hard to handle so I didn't pay attention to the bill. I picked up some meds for my dogs when I was there and last night when I went over the bill I realized they didn't charge me for my dogs, just my Dad's, so I called them and told them about the missing charges....it was kind of hard to get through to the lady because she kept telling me my account had a zero balance and I kept saying that's because you didn't enter the charges from yesterday and finally the light went on and she realized I was right. I have a pretty low tolerance for dishonesty of any kind though, much lesser things than that will keep me up at night; for me it's just easier to tell the truth, pony up, whatever.

because of your honesty and scruples.

thanks. I am fascinated by grifter types or con artists in general, who get by by getting over on other (for instance I always watch those specials on gypsies and find them really interesting). I try not to judge, because I know every one is different...I think growing up in a hellfire and brimstone southern baptist church kind of burned out whatever bit of con artist I might have had in me, they make you think you are going to hell for just your thoughts, lol. :hi:

many times for my principles.

I've been involved in a lot of "animal relocation" actions. However, to describe one, as you've suggested...

This girl was bait and a breeder bitch



And yeah, I stole her. Partner and I made with the snips, boosted her and with a hoist over the fence, I was off and running with all 50 abused, flea ridden, heartworm infested, chewed-up bloody pounds of her.

Us at the vet



Later that week



Today, she's a happy, healthy girl, learning to play well with others. Responsibility dictates that I should've passed this one up, and let the police handle it. However, my principles and experience told me that she'd not live through it, and in broad daylight, with witnesses that could describe me and have my tag number, I fucking took her anyway.

She'd be dead today. Best reason there is.

:cry:

:loveya:

she's doing SO well.

if many people that know what you do even understand what a risk you are taking. Aside from what you are doing for the animals, people who fight dogs are some of the lowest, most immoral, most dangerous scumbag vermin on the planet, and it is such a risk to do this.

:yourock:

bunchapussies

Folks that fight dogs. Worthless lot, they are. If they loved fighting so much they could either enlist or get in the ring themselves.

Oh, and if they wished to get in the ring themselves, then I say "ding fucking ding" and here we go. Dogfighter v flvegan. What are the Vegas odds?

You got more than most anyone I know.

Be careful and safe. With these kind of sadistic fiends, the cops are the least of your worries

Thanks. Around here, the animal police are my friends. Close friends. Worked hard for it, too.

I have LOADS of love to give
and my beagles will love her

why am i crying.?????????
why??????


fuck



lost

cry. Right now, she's upside down on my loveseat right next to me. She has belly rubs in her immediate future.

"Dog fighters" are cowardly dumbasses. More like "dog abusers," "dog provokers," or sociopaths. They aren't fighting pitbulls.

I sincerely do not understand how anyone could find pleasure in seeing dogs hurt each other. It's not a sport and it sure as hell isn't entertaining.

I'm glad your a dog thief. :) Many people would have been afraid of her.

I was the store manager for a retail chain. My store had a fairly diverse customer and employee base and this jackass started making very loud, very rude comments about an interracial family in the store. It was peak business hours and the store was packed.

I was young, inexperienced, new at the store and the town and I was already afraid I was in over my head but I followed my instincts. I confronted the bastard, told him that I was offended by his behavior and ordered him to leave the store. Before he could think of anything to say the other customers broke into spontaneous applause. He just mumbled something about complaining to the owner and slunk out.

I got thanked by several customers and a one of them even made a very nice call to my boss.

Nice work!!

I stuck to my
principles...
Even though I could have wandered......




lost

I lectured one cousin about using the N word....refused to talk to her until she stopped, at the very least in my presence, since I can't be everywhere

and with my sister's friend who used the F word....I disrupted our drunken card playing to tell her that word would not be permitted in my home

my family's life. He kicked my daughter and threatened to snap her neck. According to them he has apologized and gotten right with the lord, and I should quit being an uppity female so we can all get together for Sunday dinners and what-not. :eyes:

I'm having a peewee herman flashback.

:rofl:

when, despite all the warnings, I put my tongue on 'em.

:scared:

drinking heavily. He's not a bad guy, but he was raised in an environment that left him largely ignorant of anything but his own preconceptions. He proceeded to call someone the "N" word, and I told him I wouldn't tolerate that in my house. He's 3x my size, in a rage, and drunk, and I'm standing toe-to-toe with him telling him off and ordering him out of my house when he refused to apologize.

He came back sober and apologized the next day, and we talked about why it's wrong and why I find it so horribly offensive. Both of us felt better for it, and he's never said that word in my presence again--and (I hope) in anyone else's presence either.

the other day rather than lead someone down the primrose path, I told them something very personal that needed to be said.

Not telling them would have been wrong. It might not have ever amounted to anything, but it might have been a missed opportunity to reach out to share with someone something that might help too.

:shrug:

I will say this, that the realization that I needed to do that came down upon me like a tidal wave and I'm not sure I could have done it any differently. It was the right thing to do and I guess I'm proud of it. Well the majority of me is, a part of me is still like, are you fuckin' nuts man?

:D

I am both proud and disappointed for the same principle I stuck by.

I stayed in a lost marriage for 17 years to produce a perfect young adult.

I hope I can dig out of the part I am dissapointed about :D

:hi:

that's the second time I've done that tonight. Arrrgghh!

We later broke up after I found out she was cheating on me. :shrug: Sometimes principles are over-rated.

A deputy actually...

My Sgt had enough of some inmate saying some shit to him and he took off his shirt, handed it to me, and he went into the cell and closed the door behind him. And he was in there with that inmate and 19 others daring the guy to say it again.

He endangered himself, me, and anyone who had to rescue him and went against the basic rule he preached - don't let em get to you.

I reported the incident to IA (I was a friend of the director of IA at the time, so it was a simple call and not a formal report) so that next time he would think twice about it.

I knew a lot of people would be pissed at me, but to me that was plain wrong. These are pretrial inmates, guilty of nothing, and he was willing to beat the guy senseless over words.

I went against the grain and pointed out poor behavior that endangered others. It eventually forced me out, but maybe I saved his life or someone else's.

He left the force a few years later due to a heart condition, which I could see coming based on how stressed he was all the time :)

i think my dad calls it something different though.

because I knew his was a medical situation, not a spousal abuse situation. and he had no one else who understood that. It took years but I got good care for him and as soon as we finally got good medical care, all that sh!t stopped.

I hung in even when he was so out there that he couldn't hold his head up.

He's functional, he's working, he works in the community now, too. And even if our marriage ended, which is sort of par for the course, I did the right thing, hanging in, even when the district attorney told me I was in mortal danger and when my family was furious and my friends thought I'd lost my own mind for defending him.

It had a cost, a big one, to me. But, I'd do it again in a heartbeat because it was the right thing to do and how else can you sleep at night? :)

We bought a bunch of fruit and veg as well as a bunch of roses to plant. As usual I was exceedingly gabby with the salesperson. Any way we loaded up our stuff and left the store. We got about 2 miles down the road when we started looking at the bill and scratching our head. It was about 12 dollars short of what we thought it should have been. We quickly discovered that she had forgotten to charge for the flowers (probably because I am a natural distraction). So we turned the car around and went back.

We got the flowers and the bill and went back in. Found the cashier and told here there was a goof. She got this confused look on her face and asked if someone had stopped us on the way out. We said "No we just noticed you forgot to bill us for the flowers". Her face went white and then red. She started to tear up. She stammered "you mean you guys came back?" We said "yeah its the right thing to do".

It feels good showing people that not everyone is out to get everyone else.