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I think my worst offenses are actually against myself. I've never fit in and find it hard to stand up for myself. I'll readily defend a loved one but to speak up against some offence against myself takes a while for me to do. I have to be thoroughly pissed off.
Once in 6th grade, I was always among the misfits crowd and constantly picked on by a girl named Wendy. I still find the name brings to mind the picture of one of those snobbish in chick click leaders that you'll see among kids. She was being a real brat to me one day, during all school chess competition that the teachers named her record wins and losses. I won a game and she put me down as lost. She got her chick croonies to lie with her. So, during recess, she was going up the slide, I ran to climb right behind her, shoved her off, and she got a bloody nose and went home early. For some reason she never told on me. I think I'd have felt more vindicated if she had for some reason.
Other thing I did was when I was a teen, my parents were yelling at me for wasting my money. My Dad has gone through 2 bankrupties with his business because he does not know how to write binding contracts and gets screwed over by his customers. He's a contractor. I turned and yelled at him "What makes you think you know how to advise me with money if you can't keep from going into bankruptsy more than once." The look he gave me, I'll never forget it, was a look of pure pain. No matter how much I apologized I could not get that look out of my mind.
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"Always learn the rules so that you can break them properly." Dalai Lama
My Karma just ran over your Dogma. 
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