Making a Moral Decision

Making a Moral Decision

I was standing on a street corner, waiting to cross the street. There happened to be a pedestrian already walking through and the next thing I know, she got hit. I ran over as soon as possible to see if she was alright, but she didn't make it. I looked back and recognized the car and the license plate - I've realized it was my brother. I couldn't believe it. I was now a witness and stuck in the middle. Do I tell on my brother? Do I keep it a secret? What happens to me? Will I live guilty for something I didn't do, but was supposed to do something about it? I came home the following day and told my brother what I saw. He begged and pleaded for me to not say anything, but I stood quiet. I walked away and went to my room. I had to think about it.

In this situation, I really don't want to be selfish with anything, but this is serious. There was an innocent life that was taken away and my brother drove off, thinking he'd get away with it - with no care in the world. For some reason, I couldn't stand for that, but at the same time, he's my brother. If I don't tell, that woman's life was just taken away for nothing. I let my brother get away with it. Everyone that revolves around her life will always wonder what happened and who did it. I'm also going to live a life where I'm always going to think, "what if?" My brother will continue living his life with no problems; no regrets because that's what he did when he drove off. As if nothing happened. He's the one who's being selfish. If I do tell on my brother, he will probably be taken away for life. He will hate me forever. What if my family started hating me because I told on their son, my own brother? Although, at the same time, it should be something he deserves because he wasn't going to do anything about the accident. He was just going to let it slide if no one said anything to him. I stayed home all night just thinking about what I should do. Until finally, I've made my decision.

The police came over the next day and ask some questions. Everyone was in the living room - my parents, my brother, four officers, and me. I told the police exactly what I saw, what I did, and what I was thinking about doing. I said everything in front of my family's face; that includes telling on my brother. My parents were left speechless. My brother was about to get taken away and he looked down on me. I felt bad for myself, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I couldn't let him get away with it. He could've at least stopped after the incident and admit that it was an accident. Since he didn't do anything about it, everything came back to him. Now I have nothing to feel guilty about, not even with my brother getting taken away. I believe he has no right to get mad at me whatsoever because it's something HE