Our neglected trust

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How my dad shows me trust is always a safe bet.

Submitted: October 22, 2011

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My dad manages his business in a very strange way. He handles the moneymaking; one of his subordinates is slated to take care of the money made.

Once I heard of this, I voiced concerns and objections. Why didn’t he give such authority to my mother? What if he got cheated?

He simply shrugged off my complaints. My mother did not know a thing about this business, and he knew he could trust the guy.

It really struck me then. I realized that not only me, but mankind had a tendency of opting out of the ever-easier thing to do: to trust another being.

Instead, we prefer doubts. Uncertainty and the gripping fear of getting deceived clouds our thoughts and chokes up our sensible reasoning. We come up with all things to prevent that quite far-fetched prospect: stronger personal password, undetectable pin code or even hiring detectives to investigate our seeming friends. At some point in time, our mistrustful trait gets the best of us. The repercussion is unpleasant and grim. After gritting our teeth making those said efforts, they turn out to be futile and, worse still, harmful.

Trust is a sine qua non for any cooperation. It is the mortar that holds every important qualities of synergy firmly together. But for it, nothing great would ever have been achieved. The workers might bicker non-stop over matters as petty as wages and work hours. The investors are unlikely to sign large deals which hold too many risks. Doubts also relentlessly torture us, robbing us of our precious peace of mind. The thought of being vulnerable to fraud and exploitation is detrimental, and the corollary it entails is a bleak future without anyone close. If you do not have faith in them, why should you expect it in return?

However, blame cannot solely be placed on individuals. Incidents such as the Cold War or 9/11 evince that there are indeed evils in this world. The mass media reports the latest bank robbery or the most recent grisly murder, haunting us with a much improbable possibility that we might be subjected to the same adversity. The television just loves to broadcast its popular shows from Cops to CSI, both show the viewers a very unrealistic and ridiculous homicide rate: one per episode. Under such compelling influence, we are suffocated and oppressed, nervous and frail. That said, how can a human being trust another if he barely has courage to do so, if what leads his way is not the pleasant beacon of hope, but the ominous shadow of suspicion? We have been dictated by fear for too long.

Insofar as I know, my dad is doing fine. The trust he has in his particular subordinate has been built for more than eight years. It is steady and powerful. He can lay back and rest after a hard day of work, without worrying about the complicated, troublesome finance. He also can enjoy his life to the fullest; the azure sky in his mind is not bleached by unnecessary shades of doubts. Last but not least, he has an efficient and honest partner, and above all, a good friend.


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