My father used to say, “Trust nobody.”
I would answer, “Daddy, that would mean I couldn’t trust you.”
His reply would be. “Yes, I know.”
I knew that wasn’t true. Still I could trust him, and I could trust what he said too.
The irony of the conversation of my dad with his little girl is that trust isn’t found in words. Trust is a way of living. It’s written in who we are.
My father was right. He taught me that no one can tell of trust. One has to live it, give it, and aspire to be trustworthy. Trust is character.
I hear us talking about trust. I heard you say it just this week. trust We talk about who we trust, whether we can trust, the need for transparency to trust each other.
When the world got crowded did our trust get crowded out of it?
Every small child is trustworthy. I trust in humanity.
Trust. I have plenty.
I have plenty because without it . . .
I can’t smile or write. I can’t be brave or vulnerable.
Take my trust. Take all you need.
Because without it . . . I can’t breathe.
How do you find the trust you need?
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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