Ethical Autobiography In a world full of different ethical differences, there are millions of stories to be told and many lessons to be learned. This is my story. I was born in San Bernardino, California to a first generation British mother and a second generation Italian father. Although, the morals my mother and father would emphasize were mostly similar, over time I would find that they had very different views on what was most important. We would move quite a bit in my youth until we finally decided to settle down in Phoenix, Arizona. Here is where I would set in my roots and develop most of my ways that I understood my surroundings. However, those roots would soon be lifted and torn as soon as I joined the United States Air Force and began my worldly travels. My adventures in Japan and South Korea would transform the way I looked at the world. My mother would teach me that being there for your children and religion were a paramount importance in life. As soon as I was born, my catholic journey began as I was immediately baptized and given Godparents. Every Sunday for the rest of my adolescent life, my mother would drag me to church. Eventually I would have my first communion, my first confession, and my confirmation into the Catholic faith. If my parents hadn’t gotten divorced I would probably be a much stronger Catholic to this day. The church taught me so many things, however, the most important to treat others the way you want to be treated. My mother would also teach me the value of supporting your children when they needed you. Unlike my father, she would go into work early so she could leave early to make it to my sports games. She would also spend her free time helping us with homework till late at night so I would succeed in school. These may seem like normal things that Mothers should do, yet not all mothers are quite like mine. Even if my