My mother was sometimes a bit naive.
She once wanted to buy a 'Straatkrant' (like The Big Issue) of a homeless man in Rotterdam, where she worked at a department store. But she only had a banknote of 25 Dutch guilders in her wallet.
"That does not matter, ma'am, I will change it for you", he said. And gone was the guy.
My mother waited for a few minutes for a man who, of course, never came back.
Occasionally, I revived the story. Especially on moments she only wanted to see the positive characteristics in a person. It always ended in calling her 'the ostrich'.
She then smiled and said: "But he may have had an accident. And if not, he had a good day".
Great post. I used to see the good in people all the time. It was like a grim compulsion. I was ripped off and dragged through the mud so many times that I realised I had to be NEUTRAL :)Upvoted and Resteemed for quality content.
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