Who do you trust?
One-Minute Writing of the Day:
Writer: patagoniantruthfish
I trust Newton (things fall down), Bernoulli (things fall up), and Young (wings don't fall off within stress limits of airframe). I'm also inclined to trust pilots who place their trust in turn in the Emergency Procedures Checklists.
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It's not who, it's what. I trust nature.
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God.
why are there two entries for today??
My friends, my mother, my father, my sister, and the love of my life
I kid you not, i trust them all. But it isn't that i trust them never to lie or mislead me (if melissa does that becomes a large issue though) - more that i trust them to be there and assist me. My family and friends will always have my back, always protect me, and always comfort me when i am down or scared. That, too me, is what trust is. Lies are inconsequential, love is not.
Trust....hmmm...Trust....hmmm...
The brain is so left indented it doesn't take any instant decisions.
The trust is framed more like a manipulative one.
Need to stop thinking so much!!
Trust seems to directly correlate to faith, leastwise in my mind. Faith, I believe, is the stronger of the two, because faith is a firm, fixed belief, whereas trust is somewhat unsure.
I trust my husband with my life, our finances, our children, my heart, and most of all I trust him with my true self: unvarnished, stripped down to the bare bones, exposing the parts of my soul that still need so much work, knowing that he will love me still and help me to become the person that I am striving to be. The greatest gift God has given that's meant just for me is my husband, and I am grateful every day.
I trust most people until they show me that I shouldn't. Maybe it's a character flaw for me, to be too trusting, but it's been working pretty well so far.
Trust is not
About lust,
It's about the
Misses and hits;
Skip the destination
And focus on the trip,
And only wanting
To hold my hand.
Of one thing I'm sure:
I can trust my Love.
I trust my children completely. They are brutally honest, completely loving, and utterly innocent- for now anyway...
May I enter this short story?
Reminiscing is a common past time when the beard turns gray and “The Bark of The Dogwoods” becomes brittle and shallow. Old men sometimes tire of playing checker and other highly active games and they resort to other less strenuous exercises such as games of “Remember When”.
“ Bet I got something of your’n that you have forgotten about”.
Smoke curled from his freshly lit corncob pipe. It was bobbing up and down. He kinda looked like Popeye except he didn’t have the massive ham hock forearms. I swiveled around on my stool and looked around the barn trying to see what might be out of place or missing. Hell, who could tell anyways? It had been longer than yesterday since I had straightened up the sundry of tools that I had collected over the past forty some odd years.
“Hell, I don’t know”. “ You better not drag this out too long, we both are on borrowed time and best I remember you’re older than me” Somehow we both thought that was funny. Hearty laughter just seems to make the joints move a little smoother
“Need any money”? The growl sounded more like a a directive than a question.
“Nope, still got some beer in the fridge”
He slowly fished around in the back pocket of his old overalls and fished out his old weather worn wallet. He had his head all crook-ed and sideways. His eyes all squenced shut from the over abundance of smoke. He finally fumbled around until he pulled out of stack of folded receipts and other junk. He shuffle them around until he pulled out a folded piece of currency.
“Yonta take a peek at that”? Still another directive.
I unfolded the wrinkled bill and recognized it to be a two dollar b ill. Instantly my smile could no longer be suppressed. I guess the smoke was in my eyes too.
“I don’t need it yet” I replied as I gently handed it back to him.
“Didja thank that I had lost it”?
“Nope”
“Well that day while we were out at the old Sinclair plant a dranking hot beer, you handed me that two dollar bill and told me to hold onto it ‘till you might need it so if you don’t need it, I figure you trust me to hold onto it ‘till you do”
Today nineteen sixty seven doesn’t seem like such a long time ago.
I spit on the ground and finally spoke again,
“ Give me another beer and put that danged ole pipe out, that smoke is making my eyes water".
Hi Beth,
Interesting prompt.
Here's what I think...
http://ying-ko-4.livejournal.com/151709.html
I trust old people who smoke. I don't know why. I don't smoke myself. I guess I assume if you're eighty years old and still smoking, you're not trying to prove anything, not trying to be something you're not. With these people, what you see is what you get.
I trust God. He will never lead me astray. He will always want the best for me. He will always answer my prayers. However, his answer may not be what I want. His answer could be yes, no, or not right now. But, I know that I can trust his answer to be the truth.
I trust Newton (things fall down), Bernoulli (things fall up), and Young (wings don't fall off within stress limits of airframe). I'm also inclined to trust pilots who place their trust in turn in the Emergency Procedures Checklists.
Patagonian: Thank you for the brilliant laugh this morning.
This one is tough since I have a tendency toward paranoia. My best friend in the whole wide world even though she sugar coats things my Universal sister. They both love me unconditionally and if they didn't I wouldn't have any friends at all.
And of course, the Universe, who continually proves her adoration of me and desire for me to be happy.
Trust is just like "justice"
They say trust us and we must
Like justice means " just us."
I feel busted and rusted been trusting too much.
I dont think I really trust anyone completely. I think I'm more likely to go with the flow. Say what I feel.
My heart. My gut instinct. It always knows what to do. It knows right from wrong. It knows good from evil. It knows what is important and what is not.
So when my heart says "go," I go. And when my heart says "stop," I stop. And when my heart says "I don't know," I stop and listen more carefully - because it always knows - sometimes I just can't hear it because I'm not listening closely enough.
Listen to your heart, and everything will fall into place.
I trust myself the most. Of course there are those around me, family and friends, who are quite trustworthy, but for the most important things I simply trust myself. For if you can't trust yourself, you can't trust anyone, right? ...wow! 20 seconds left!
I've learned to trust myself above all. I feel better when I know I've done the right thing. I feel sickend if I've made a wrong decision. I don't like to feel sickened, so I try hard to get it right. don't always manage it, but I try!
Specifically I trust my Mom, my boyfriend, and my best friend since 8th grade. I know none of them would ever screw me over or do anything to hurt me. They would also probably wreck shop on anyone who was to hurt me. In general I trust people who are open-minded and comfortable with who they are. It’s those who need everyone’s approval who I really worry about. I’ve learned to keep those kinds of people at a distance. Or incredibly close depending on the case.
I stand at the side of the pool, my arms in orange floats to protect me from sinking. The water is blue and cool and deep. Deep enough that I wouldn't be able to touch the bottom if I needed.
"It's okay," he says, arms outstretched. "I'll catch you."
My knees are already bent, readying for launch, but they wobble.
My fear causes me to hesitate. I tell myself that he's never lied to me before. He's never let me fall. He'd never allow harm to come to me.
So I fill my mouth with air. I pinch my nose. I squeeze my eyes as tightly shut as I'm able. And my toes leave the tan concrete as I leap.
There are different levels of trust. I trust my employer to give me a check every week. I trust my bank to protect my money. I trust my friends to tell me the truth. And I trust my boyfriend to love me unconditionally.
Trust no one. How can I begin to trust another, when deep down I haven't learned to trust myself? If I can't count on ME, how can I count on others?
There will always be a reason NOT to trust someone - we're all human, and no one is perfect. The trick is in learning to trust our own judgment of others... which leads right back to trusting ourselves, the most important thing.
I have faith in people believing that they truly want to do the right thing but often don't trust themselves enough and resort to telling people what they need to hear. Trust is fleeting, because to trust, sometimes people will fall short. Does it mean that you can then no longer trust them? Can no longer count on them??
When we trust is it based on our own human needs? What is trust based on? Rules of Society? Or Rules of our Own?
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