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“I trust you” is a sentence that carries powerful emotions. It's in the origin of the very word. “Traustr” meaning strong.

We can learn from this that the concept of trust is powerful. Fearfully so. Out of this fear, it seems we have created a shield. A weapon to use against trust.
‘Skepticism’ the old greeks called it. But that’s rather unfortunate, isn’t it?
We simply couldn’t live with just trust.
But wait. It seems we go further down. Cynicism. Oh, how crude.
Awfully crude no? We again find it in its very origin. Dog-like.I can prove it if you want. But please, just trust me. Yes, cynicism is dog-like.
I always liked cats. The miss in front of me would love to hear that.

2 vs 1 now. That’s not fair now, is it? But I believe life is fair. So there might be something I’m forgetting. Oh yes, I did.

My cat. I forgot my cat. Her name’s Faith. She can be a handful. Her name reflects that. A more complete form of trust is what the word means.
But you see the problem with that is, it’s just too powerful. We all know what happens when things have too much power.

So let’s go back to trust. I love it. And I believe everyone should.

But of course, you can always decide not to trust my words. I shall trust your judgment. So please, take everything with a grain of salt. I personally like things that are sweet. I believe my action and words reflect so.

“So that is why I ordered a cake. I trust it will do good to my soul more so it does harm to my body” I say to the fine woman in front of me the truth.
Of course, if she was a little smarter, she would know that people have the desire to belive what they know is the truth.
So, the actual truth comes second to one's belief.

“You do trust me no?” I ask her. Already knowing the answer.
She doesn’t answer. A nod with a smile. A smile that signifies trust. A sweet smile. Which I like.

That's how this relationship of trust began. In seemingly an hour of sweet cake and not so dark coffee we exchanged the fruits of our trust.

Information.

Not all information are open even in these times of worldwide communication. They say the world is in the palm of your hand and of course they would be telling the truth. Well somewhat. Much like I am.
Because the world in ones, smartphone will not have the info that I have just gained. This information was only disclosed due to our relationship of trust.

And I shall respect this in my own way.

Now slowly, with my umpteen cake finished, we come to the climax of this trust.
I tell her what I will do. I tell her the two boys will now be free from her clutches. All the wrongdoings that happened to them by her will be reported to the necessary authorities. The authorities that doesn't lick her boots. The authorities that will destroy her for their own gain and then more. The authorities she can’t do anything about.

I tell her that justice has been served.

She of course is baffled. Absolutely dumbfounded. Hit by a truck and transported to another world.

She retorts. Anger frustration disgust. Everything mixed with the finest mix of vulgar slang and threats. Of course, I reproached the treats one by one. I reminded her, again and again, that's she’s finished.
Nothing she can do. Nothing can save her now.

Except me. I can save her from her cruel fate. Please. what else can I do? This woman here, is almost ready to cry and you're telling me I, as a man ignore it?

No, I shall extend my hand and help her through it all.

At this time the bill for all the cakes arrived. The cakes that gave me content.It of course came with a price. It reminded me everything has a price.

So of course my helping hand also should.

I tell her in clear words about the ten million dollar amount of currency she must pay me for her to get out of this mess. It’s not that much for someone like me who loves money. She retorts only a little. She obliged right then and there.
It’s a good deal for her too. Trust me.

Just as she, again, trusted me to get her out of this mess.
I bade her farewell.

Leaving the bakery, I called the authorities. I told them everything with proof and all. They were hungry for it. They ate it all like wild animals. They trusted every word I said.

You may question how can I do all this? How is all this possible?
Well, I'll put it this way. You see. It’s my job. I cannot really elaborate on the event that's transpired. And even If I did you shoudn’t believe me. It would be stupid for you do to so.

You see I’m a swindler. A con man. A damn good one. It’s in the job description. I do cons.

And I’m looking forward to my next con. Just a bit to the south. I believe the two boys will also be trustful lads. Victims are more prone to con. They are always ready with salt. So when I come in with all the sweets they are all the more prone to trust.

Yes trust. That powerful thing. I truly love trust. Trust is central to our social lives. We can’t go without it. Every spectrum of life is somewhat rooted to trust. The trust is a relationship, the trust prospects told by smart-looking men, the trust of the train coming in time, the trust that someone has your best interest in mind.

So, please. Keep trusting. Throw away your naive skepticism. Throw away the smelly cynicism. Embrace trust. Trust thyself. Trust that all that you are doing is the right thing you are doing. Don’t ever stop doing so.

Because if you stop trusting. How the hell will I make money?