Blind trust is a dangerous thing sometimes. It’s what makes us vulnerable to accepting things we’d not ordinarily accept and makes us do things we’d not ordinarily do. Hope’s like that sometimes too. We sometimes want something so badly that we’ll believe just about anything for that need to be met or filled. Some will sacrifice just about anything to have deep seated longings fulfilled.
When I was six years old my mother was dating a man she would eventually marry. I so wanted to call him daddy. We took a train to his home and we visited him. While we were there I noticed that in one of the bedrooms of his home was a beautiful white bed with a pink canopy — the bedspread was white and the pillow had a ruffle and lace around the edge… the curtains in that room were ruffled. I didn’t know my mother was poor until I saw that room and I didn’t know I was born to be a princess until I saw that bed. I didn’t know we had a very limited food budget until he brought great food to our home. I wanted him to be our daddy. So badly.
I will never forget the great disappointment of discovering that that beautiful princess bed would not become mine, but belonged to his daughter and when my mother married him and we moved into his home that bed was no longer in the room that was to be my room. One of my first intense brushes with reality. It would be the first of many. I would learn along the way that oftentimes,
posers immoral men who marry a second wife have a paved road they continue to travel and that road has many intersections. But that’s a story for another time. (O, and about that little would-be princess? Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m over it. I have a canopy bed now.)
Hope will lead people to make decisions they’d not ordinarily make. Wine or smooth speech will, too. Infatuated women bed down with total strangers because they think in the heat of a moment that someone will love them, provide whatever they need and care for them forever — believing the lies and promises of the smooth talker. Never giving one thought to the fact that that ‘lover’ will forget their name, not recall the night and will never fulfill the promises or remember the lies. Never giving one thought to the potential for deadly harm or physical disease. Never giving one thought to the lifelong consequences of giving in to someone whose seductive smile lured them into the bed of future sorrow. Never giving one thought to the fact that nothing is known of the history, track-record or actual accomplishments of the one who would use and abuse and leave behind as a discarded toy. Blind trust is a very dangerous thing… infatuation is, too. So is hope in a
poser or smooth speech fool.
What seems and what is are two very different things.
So, tomorrow’s the Inauguration ceremony for the 44th President of the United States. I think many are looking for a daddy to believe in… a lover to romance them… a hero to save them. Many in our land who have been seduced by the enticing words, see the beautiful canopy bed or whatever else the mirage contains and believe the king will make them princes and princesses, too.
More later. And cream puffs? I couldn’t think of another entry title today.