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Because of sloth and carelessness, this week when on duty, I placed the garbage out of our door without putting them right before. Uncle found this out and explained why this was wrong to us, letting us think on the other side, that if we had been the garbage man, what we would have thought, what trouble we would have come into. After having heard this, I couldn’t not help feeling abashed; because I could not haven’t thought of that; but still, I, under the effect of my sloth, carelessly threw this trouble into other’s hands. Fathoming this innermost thing of my heart, I felt afraid. Writing this down, I am willing to regard it as the line where I begin to correct and a remainder.

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