The push-scooter, barely big enough for 1, had 2 girls squeezed onto it. They zoomed by me attempting to make it to class before the bell rang. As they came to the top of the hill, I swallowed, certain they would get off and walk down, but NO, the older sister, all of 9 with her long slim legs stuffed into her stove pipe jeans, skillfully navigated the hill with her younger sister jammed in front of her on the push-scooter. As the older sister masterfully applied periodic pressure to the rear wheel, they handled the hill easily and made it to class with moments to spare.
I sighed and recalled the time of ‘complete trust’ from my childhood when my older brother would race down the hill with me perched on his front handle bars. And me, a gleeful participant knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, I would be fine because I trusted my older brother!
We often talk about trust, and we rarely understand it; today I know these sisters on the the push-scooter truly understand the magnitude of trust.
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