Thank you. I know you're right. I'm just afraid the water might be too cold and just the thought of it makes me shiver.
"Trust but verify" seems like good advice.
I have trust issues, so my motto is "actions speak louder than words". I have to know someone for awhile, watching their actions, before I trust them. Sometimes it leads to me trusting them to do negative things (like gossip or lie or steal), but it usually works out. "Awhile" has been known to last for a couple of years.
In the meantime, I mostly just talk about whatever I wouldn't mind showing up on the front page of a newspaper. I don't reveal anything that is important to me. I dump the ones who do negative things on a regular basis (except for stealing - those folks are gone immediately).
And I rarely fully trusted anyone with my dogs (now deceased -- the dogs, I mean). I
fully trusted one vet with my dogs, and never allowed anyone outside my immediate family to take care of them - well, except for one groomer, who was not only fully trustworthy, but stayed at our house with our dog while our family went on an office and house scouting trip to PA.
That groomer was not someone that some people, like my late husband, would get to the point of trusting, on their own. The first time DH met the groomer, he left the dog, and came straight home in a tizzy. How could you (me) let someone like that groom our dog; how could you leave the dog with him?
The groomer had orange and black hair (it was Halloween and his hair color changed with holidays and seasons and whims), multiple piercings and tattoos. He was 6'4" and built like what I imagined a tree logger would look like. He was one of the most honest, hardworking, animal loving, interesting, and open person I've ever met. My DH eventually realized the groomer wasn't a threat to us or our dog, hence he agreed to hire the groomer to take care of the dog while we were in PA.
Meanwhile, I'd had an eye-opening experience a couple of decades earlier. I was in line at a CVS, a long and slow-moving line, in front of a big guy with impressive dreadlocks. Now, I'd never met anyone with dreads before, so I said hi, and we got to talking. He was so nice. I realized that my initially being a bit scared of him was ridiculous. After that, I liked talking to people who don't fit the status quo, and lo and behold, it's always been fun and interesting. Every time. There simply is no reason to be skittish around people who appear to be very different from me. I know plenty of people who are skittish, and they are missing out on the wonderful tapestry of human life.
Yes, I know the paragraph above has nothing to do with trust, but it kind of took on a life of it's own after discussing the groomer.