I see thousands of me standing on the sidewalks, riding the subway, lying in the grass and walking on the beach.
Who is teaching us not to trust?
The lady next to me at Muddy Waters coffee house on Valencia Street got up from her seat and walked outside to talk to someone on her cell phone. She left her laptop sitting out on the table, along with her wallet, open, with a credit card sticking out of it.
About fifteen minutes later she came back in. Everything was still sitting there exactly as she had left it. She looked at me and laughed and said, “I must be pretty trusting!”
“Why shouldn’t you be?” I asked.
What, just because this is an economically depressed neighborhood in a large American city? Just because there are desperate, homeless people asleep in almost every doorway? Just because every morning the business owners around here spend half an hour washing the urine and human feces and vomit off the sidewalk in front of their cafes and shops? What’s any of that got to do with trust?
What she didn’t know was that while she was outside talking on her phone, I counted eight people who came in off the street, ordered at the counter and left again, walking right past her stuff. One was a trembling, disheveled man in a filthy coat. He shuffled up to the counter and stared longingly at the Iranian woman who owns the cafe. She smiled at him, reached into her tip jar, pulled out some change and handed it to the man. The gentle creases around her smiling eyes as she handed him the money looked to me like sun rays lighting up the room with love.
How many other laptops and credit cards resting on vacant tables had this man walked past on his way here?
I’m not an idealist. I am only speaking from my own experience. Most people will not steal from you, even if they have the chance.
Most people will not hurt you, even if you deserve it.
Most people are ready to share whatever they have with whoever truly needs it.
Most people love each other without hesitating.
There are no enemies, only collaborators in the creation of moments, all waiting to find out what we’re going to do together next.
Phillip Barcio is a fiction author, arts journalist, and host of the Apocalypse Mixtape radio show. His writing has appeared in Western Humanities Review, Michigan Quarterly Review online, Space Squid, The Swamp Ape Review, and various other fine publications. He can be stalked at philbarcio.com, or around Evanston, Illinois.