November 20, 2020
”The chief lesson I have learned in a long life is that the only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him; and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him and show your distrust.”
Henry L. Stimson
Ray’s Daily first published on November 20, 2006
- Confidence in and reliance on good qualities, especially fairness, truth, honor, or ability
- Responsibility for taking good care of somebody or something
- Position of somebody who is expected by others to behave responsibly or honorably
Trust is cool as far as I am concerned. There is far too much distrust in the world for us to be part of the problem. I often fail, but trust me I don’t mean to, fortunately most tolerate my failings and trust my motives. I have found that when I offer my trust to those that I meet they almost never let me down and they return my trust, and I like that.
Just think of those you know who are distrustful almost to the point of paranoia, they really are not much fun to be around. Just think how bad it must be for them since they are always around themselves. Sadly they often take others down with them to the point that there is so much suspicion that life loses some of it’s luster.
The only thing I know that may be worse is when we don’t even trust ourselves. How sad it is when people’s confidence is sapped by their fear of failure. We all can trust our ability to do our best, and if that is not good enough so be it; at least we did what we could. As I have often said “This is as good as I get, take me or leave me, it is up to you,” Unfortunately there are those who so distrust themselves that they leave the person they might have been. I am so glad you are not like that.
”Self-trust is the first secret of success.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Two guys in a bar…One says “Did your hear the news – Mike is dead!”
“Wooo, what the hell happened to him?”
“Well he was on his way over to my house the other day and when he arrived outside the house he didn’t brake properly and boom – He hit the pavement and the car flips up and he crashed through the sunroof – went flying through the air and smashed through my upstairs bedroom window.”
“What a horrible way to die!”
“No no, he survived that, that didn’t kill him at all. So, he’s landed in my upstairs bedroom and he’s all covered in broken glass on the floor. Then, he spots the big old antique wardrobe we have in the room and reaches up for the handle to try to pull himself up. He’s just dragging himself up when bang, this massive wardrobe comes crashing down on top of him, crushing him and breaking most of his bones.”
“What a way to go, that’s terrible!”
“No no, that didn’t kill him he survived that. He managed to get the wardrobe off him and crawls out onto the landing, he tries to pull himself up on the banister but under his weight, the banister breaks and he goes falling down on to the first floor. In mid air, all the broken banister poles spin and fall on him, pinning him to the floor, sticking right through him.”
“Now that is the most unfortunate way to go!”
“No no, that didn’t kill him, he even survived that. So he’s on the downstairs landing, just beside the kitchen. He crawls in to the kitchen, tries to pull himself up on the cooker, but reached for a big pot of boiling hot water, whoosh, the whole thing came down on him and burned most of his skin off him.”
“Man, what a way to go!”
“No no, he survived that, he survived that ! He’s lying on the ground, covered in boiling water and he spots the phone and tries to pull himself up, to call for help, but instead he grabs the light switch and pulls the whole thing off the wall and the water and electricity didn’t mix and so he got electrocuted, wallop, 10,000 volts shot through him.”
“Now that is one awful way to go!”
“No no, he survived that, he …”
“Hold on now, just how the hell did he die?”
“I shot him!”
“You shot him? What the hell did you shoot him for?”
“He was wrecking my house.”
Nobody can be just like me. Even I have trouble doing it.
A woman was determined to get her newly retired husband some attractive leisure clothes. She went into a men’s clothing store and told the salesgirl, “I’m looking for something youthful, something wild in a men’s pair of slacks.”
“Oh,” sighed the salesgirl. “Aren’t we all?”
”As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My 50-something friend Nancy and I decided to introduce her mother to the magic of the Internet. Our first move was to acess the popular “Ask Jeeves” site, and we told her it could answer any question she had.
Nancy’s mother was very skeptical until Nancy said, “It’s true, Mom. Think of something to ask it.”
As I sat with fingers poised over the keyboard, Nancy’s mother thought a minute, then responded, “How is Aunt Helen feeling?”
The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.
The strangest mystery of all is a woman’s bladder. X-rays prove that the female bladder is proportional to the woman’s size, yet they always have to pee.
Driving in a car seems to irritate the problem. It also irritates the guy she’s driving with.
The big question is: How is it that women pee every 10 to 15 minutes; yet they are always retaining water?
There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.
He said: About five years ago the battery in my beat-up VW beetle had died because I left the lights on overnight . I was in a hurry to get to work on time so I ran into the house to get my wife to give me a hand to start the car.
I told her to get into our second car, a prehistoric oversized gas guzzler, and use it to push my car fast enough to start it. I pointed out to her that because the VW had an automatic transmission, it needed to be pushed at least 30 MPH for it to start. She said fine, hoped into her car and drove off.
I sat there fuming wondering what can she be doing. A minute passed by and when I saw her in the rearview mirror coming at me at about 40 MPH, I realized that I should have been A LOT clearer with my directions.
”Trust each other again and again. When the trust level gets high enough, people transcend apparent limits, discovering new and awesome abilities for which they were previously unaware.”
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