It's apology time, friends. I accidentally hit the "publish" button on my blog when I wanted this final post of the series to remain in draft form. WHOOPS! I didn't realize the incomplete version was up on the web until I went to upload this finished version.
Now, on to the blog…
“I've lived long enough to have learned
The closer you get to the fire the more you get burned
But that won't happen to us
Because it's always been a matter of trust”
Billy Joel, “Matter of Trust”
Parachuting Into the Wildfire
There is an age old saying out there that I am sure you have heard somewhere along the line. It’s only five words long, (seven, if you expand out the contractions), but it’s chock full of read-between-the-lines implications.
“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”
Here’s the translation.
“You are presumed guilty until you prove your innocence. Even then, I probably won’t trust you. I just got a whiff of suspicious, stinky smoke coming from your direction and… well… you know what they say…”
Some people call the “where there’s smoke, there’s fire” approach to social inter-play “healthy skepticism.”
I call it silly, unfounded fear.