Essence of trust

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, 'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'

The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'

'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.

'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.

'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.'

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.

So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours.

This story reminds me of the time, some 30 years ago, when my wife's niece (7 then) accompanied her grandmother to visit us in Leeds, U.K. It was quite a feat for her to do that because grandma was diabetic (so had to go with insulin and instructions in case of emergency , (she is 92 now), and illiterate.

There was a fair in town and my wife suggested that I go with her niece on the ferris wheel. Now, this may be considered nothing by today's standards, but try telling that to someone who is afraid of height. Against my better judgment, I went with her and I think I was more afraid myself than her, plus the fear of her being thrown out if I did not hold her hands tight. These days, I have learned to decline if I don't feel comfortable.


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