Did you ever stop to think how much trust we put in each other, programs or happenings?
Four inches of concrete make quite a difference. How so?
When you walk along the sidewalk, do you ever worry that a truck might run over you? I’m sure you never have given it a thought. Yet, if you step off that four inches of concrete that separates the side walk from the road, and walk even four inches away from that walk in a line along the busy road, you would be in immediate danger of becoming a serious traffic statistic.
Ever doubt red and green traffic lights? No, you know that when it’s green, no one should, or will, hit you. We have faith that when we’re crossing an intersection, all the other drivers will wait for their green light. What a powerful strength that red light has!
When we take home a prescription medicine, most of us are confident it is the right thing. We trust the doctor to have written out the correct solution for what ails us. We should probably read all the ingredients of the medicine, or all the possible bad reactions, but I know very few people who do that. We trust our physicians.
A new product catches our eye on the grocery shelf. Do all of us check the ingredients to see if we are allergic to anything that is being sold as a "new" item? We probably want to be the first to try it, so we can jubilantly report to others how good it is. Maybe we should check more carefully to see if it’s all right to consume something new.
We dip out toes into the water to see if it’s a good temperature. We rarely worry that there might be an infection from the previous users of the pool. We expect the chlorine and other additions to the water will purify it. That is, if we even stop to think about it.
We stamp and toss our letters into the mailbox, secure in the knowledge that they will get where they should go. No one can, or should, intercept them en route. We put a lot of faith into that postage stamp.
The young couple planning marriage, trusts that for them, everything will work out right. The new courses at university seem to be just what the student needs at that moment. The description of the course satisfies the student that it will be alright. The manager who hires them later must trust them if he wants a good work done by them.
There is a story about a taxi driver talking about his bad brother, who never stops for red lights. "Why are you stopping now?" his fare asks. "We have a green light."
"Yes, I know," says the driver. "But I never know if my brother is coming the other way!"
Bertha Klassen is a Winnipeg-based writer.
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