Japan taught me to trust people. Complete strangers willing to help, going out of their way to genuinely be there for you. It was the woman who offered to drive my backpack to the next town, so I could hike without heavy weight; she offered help for no reason other than being kind, other than being trustworthy. And I had no choice but to trust. I also realized in that moment I trust to find my luggage in that next town with no doubt. Strange, but the idea of being left in the middle of Japan with nothing but a handbag and a camera did not seem to be a likely outcome. I realized I trusted this complete stranger more than I trusted some people I knew. And this complete stranger would help me more than some people I knew and she would do this for someone she would never see in her life again.
It is the society that makes us doubtful, suspicious. She was trustworthy and I trusted her. I found the meaning of trust in the very core of me. I had it, I had it all along…I just lost it for a while with the wrong people, wrong experiences, wrong places, wrong circumstances…but I found it right back, here in the middle of nowhere in a small town in Japan!