I have always been warned that I have a trusting nature. Indeed, it is the type of nature whose trusting naivety gets me into trouble. I have always tried to see the best in others until I hit the brick wall that was my life’s full-stop.
After the brick wall, I had a different take on people. I shied away from them. I was a reverse-leper who wanted only to be quarantined against the possible damage that people could inflict.
During this time, I lost my job, my confidence, and my trust (I didn’t actually lose my job, I lost it and it never found me again).
Have faith in, place one’s trust in, have confidence in, believe in, pin one’s faith to, pin one’s hopes on.
Now that is the type of trust that I am thinking about. I have no faith. I have nothing that I place trust in or put trust on. I have little confidence in nor belief in, nor do I pin my faith on. I no longer put my hopes on anything.
In short, I am short of that strange little thing called TRUST. And, as you can see, trust is a BIG word. And without that BIG word, things don’t seem to happen.
When the day arrived on which my life stopped, everything came to a halt.
Trust was the fuel on which it all ran.