Towards the end of the day, a man who had been working with us, Oscar, decided to show us one of his hobbies. What he did was take logs and carve different things with intricate detail. There were sharks, crosses, parrots, eagles, turtles, and many other awesome carvings. His children helped him unload everything onto a table to display. They gently unwrapped each thing, rubbed it clean, and placed it on the table. Slowly all of us gathered around to admire his handy work. He sold all of these carvings to earn some extra cash. We all picked up different pieces and asked their costs. Once we decided what we wanted to purchase we told him that we would come back tomorrow to buy them. He told us to just go ahead and take what we wanted and just bring the money tomorrow.
I was shocked. People in the United States are never this trusting. The people of Belize are all so happy, friendly, and trusting. Why are we the way we are? We are always suspicious of each other, and this man who barely knew us had complete trust in us. This was amazing to me. Just to have met a man like this was a positive influence in my life.
I'd love to see a little more here. What did you pick? Did you take the figure and go back the next day with the money? Do happiness and trust depend on each other?
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