Reminiscent of Jane's Addiction, I got caught stealing once...in High School. We were out getting a movie, my sister, her friend (Amanda) and I. Amanda wanted to run by the store that her boyfriend worked at, young love at its finest. With nothing better to do, than watch them make eyes at each other, I trolled the store looking for oddities.
As we were leaving the store, Amanda said her beau told us to go across the street to McDonald's and wait for him. When he arrived, he confronted me with stealing a flashlight. Evidently another clerk had watched me deviously slip a instrument into my jacket. Vehemently denying it, he then said they were calling the cops if I did not pay for it.
Instantly, visions of Prometheus jumped in my head. Having been caught for stealing fire from Zeus, he was chained to a rock as an eagle ate his liver. Each day it would grow back to be eaten again. Only now, my feet were in the fire. Do I pay for something I did not do? Do I face judgement and a witness who swears I did it?
I caved, forking over the money, even though it did not sit right with me. Who would believe a high school kid? My dad and I came back later that evening to defend my honor, but they were hearing none of it. Why would I pay if I was innocent?
That night taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes when we find ourselves in the fire, we can be tempted to take the path of least resistance, to avoid getting burned. We make decisions we otherwise would not, that lead us only deeper into the flames.