My son saved my life. It's cliche, I know, but it's the truth. Though I hit rock bottom after my pregnancy, my son saved my life. I've grown more in the past year and a half than all my twenty-four years of living.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Something has been bugging me...

I recently read an article about a little experiment that was conducted. Some company intentionaly "lost" 50 smart phones. They purposely labled files with "HR" "Banking" "Passwords" and "Personal files". They were able to track where these phones went, and how they were being used.

They concluded that most people tried to access the personal files. Even those people who tried to contact the owner to return the phone.

The results were pretty disturbing. Basically they say that everyone is prone to a dark side, especially when it's so easy to do what's wrong... Well, call me optimistic, but I would like to disagree.

The thing is, I'm sure I wouldn't have peeked at the personal info. I like to believe that I'd have just tried to track down the owner, or turn the phone over to authorities. The absolute truth is that I wouldn't have even considered rummaging around someone's phone. The thought makes me uncomfortable. I just don't think to do things like that because I was raised with a clear understanding or right/wrong.

I am not trying to sound like a goody-two-shoes. I'm being totally honest. Here's what really bothers me, though. Will I be able to instill these same beliefs in my own children? Would they pass this test? If they don't, have I failed in some way as a parent?

How do young parents address these new parenting territories that technology has introduced? It's a whole new ballgame than when my parents raised me... It's pretty overwhelming.

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