Recently I found myself in need of a truck; Friends moving out, friends moving in, stoves coming out and stoves coming in. There are two people I know who own trucks and I seem to always be maxing out my “can I borrow your truck” privileges (if these people are reading, I am really thankful).

Both of the guys in mention have been real good friends to me. I would go as far to give them the titles of mentor. I called one of them today once again to borrow his truck. I felt a bit squeamish asking for it as I don’t usually like to borrow things or ask for assistance (unless it’s a truck – ha). His reply to my request was astounding.

Ron: “I was hoping to borrow your truck today to grab a stove at lunch” (insert my lengthy reason on why I need it here).
Mentor: “Sure Ron, no problem, I will leave the keys at the door for you.”
Ron: “Well thanks man, I feel really bad about borrowing it all the time”
Mentor: “It’s not a problem at all Ron. Remember, what’s mine is yours”

Isn’t that an awesome statement? “What’s mine is yours.” That speaks volumes to me on so many levels.
First and foremost – trust.

Trust.

My friend trusts me enough to say “I don’t mind lending things to you because I am really not lending it, we are sharing it.”

Could you imagine if more and more people adopted this mentality? I am sure you could think of a million reasons why not to share your things but if you could look past all of that and just trust.

I think it’s the little things like this that build communities. It has to be, what else can a community aspire to if there is no trust?

In other news, my buddy Reg was asking me to write a blog on my thoughts on Easter. Reg is one of my biggest blog fans and reads daily.
He said this to me today: “im sure The Big Guy checks the site every so often…He must get crazy bandwidth up there”