The Importance Of Good In My Culture

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The definition of good is different for people. I believe that I did a good thing when I follow the value that I have acquired from my culture. The first one who taught me about these values and has played a significant role in my life is my family. Since I was a child, I was always taught to follow the rule. My parents were strict about my behavior. For example, if I did not learn multiplication of six within a day, I would be left alone in the house on the next day as a punishment. However, there are times when I was taught about a reward as well. For instance, I would be given a lollipop if I was able to finish all my homework within an hour. By experiencing both punishment and reward over and over again, I had come to an understanding that …show more content…

My religion is Catholic and I often went to the church when I was a child. I remembered how the priest always reminded me that Jesus Christ had sacrificed himself to remove the sins of the people. Even though people thought badly about him, he had never wavered even though he was afraid. Sometimes people must sacrifices themselves for the people they love. Sacrifice is not an easy thing to do, but I always try to do it for the people I love. As a junior, not only I have to study to prepare myself for I-Core exam, I also have to find an internship. Despite my hectic schedule, I always find time to call my grandmother in Japan. Currently, she lives in a nursing home and she doesn’t have a good relationship with my aunt’s family. My grandfather passed away three years ago and since then, her memories are not as good as before. Because my family lives in Indonesia, we only can meet her on a long holiday. Therefore, I decided to give her a call every single day, so she does not feel lonely again. I do realize that my parents want me to focus on finding an internship and keeping a high G.P.A., but I believe that what I am doing is not wrong. The reason why I am sure about this is because I have a regret. Three years ago, my grandfather was diagnosed with a cancer and we were told that the chance for the operation to be successful was small. Since it was not a long holiday, I couldn’t go to Japan to visit him. Even though I was not as busy as now, I only gave him a call once every two weeks. One month later, I got a message from my older brother. He told me that my grandfather had passed away. Suddenly, I feel great amount of regret because I did not prioritize and care about him even though he used to accompany me when I was little. In order to make sure the same thing would not happen again, I decided to give more affection to my grandmother. Even though I do not want to disappoint my

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