At the root of trust issues is a suspicion regarding the depth or even the existence of love. Whether with God or a human being, whenever you find that you cannot trust, its because you dont believe they love you (enough). Its not their power that is in doubt. Have you ever seen a child learning to swim, with his/her father? The child KNOWS it doesnt matter how massive this expanse of water is; my daddy will not let anything happen to me. Very few children (if any) actually care about whether their father has worked as a life-guard, or not. That information is irrelevant ... to the child. Obviously, that information is very relevant to the mother of the child - mums are wired to worry. If they could, they would also require fathers to present signed affidavits that they will not hurt their won children, but then I digress ... When I talk today about how someone thought theyd get away with stealing my work, many people dont realise it was a bit more dramatic than I make out. I remember attempting to reason with/liaise with/beg the thief, to no avail. This went on for two months. Two months during which the thief got bolder, stupider and more audacious. When I spoke to my friend (whom we shall call P), I didnt have much to give them in terms of information. I had very few details on the thief - their name, their phone number and their location. The name is usually a good starting point. The number, OK. But the location? All I knew was the town. Nothing else. Can you imagine telling someone I know this person in London ... What kind of information is that? What part of London? I had no idea how P would go about it. When I spoke to P two days later, I wasnt very happy with what they had to tell me - I thought, Youre not taking this seriously enough. P is (usually) a really calm and rational person. So, I thought Oh gosh! Of all the people in the world that I could have asked for help, it has to be this one whos being so gentle about something that is about to destroy me. But there was something that held me back. I KNEW that P loved me. I KNEW that P had my back. I KNEW that I didnt have to be the favourite person of everybody in the world. I didnt have to be perfect - in fact it was my imperfection that landed me in that situation. But I KNEW that P loved me and would go through fire for me, if necessary. I didnt actually understand what P was doing - in fact, a part of me started to be convinced that P didnt really understand how serious the situation was. I didnt know about Ps power (or if they had any); but I knew about their love. So, I knew that I could trust them to sort it. Two weeks later, I received a promise in writing from the thief, promising to destroy all copies of my work that they had access to. They also promised never to use any of work. Yes, they threw in a few choice words, but those didnt matter. I had what I needed. When you find that you cannot trust someone, it is one of two things (a) You know they dont really love you; or (b) You dont know how much they really love you. t.co/efeDNJk8H6
Posted on: Sun, 11 May 2014 16:44:14 +0000
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