Dear Editor:
I am struggling with the concept of trust. I want to have faith in my companions on this wonderful journey called life. A situation occurred that has caused me to question my opinion.
I am a retired senior who spends several hours on most days researching and writing in our wonderful New Westminster Public Library.
I have been impressed by the many people of all ages who make use of this well-equipped facility. I enjoy being in the presence of all users who are eagerly making their plans for the future and enjoying the present.
My admiration has been put into question by an occurrence that took place in the early afternoon of Friday, Jan. 20. I had some business papers with me as well as some mail to post which I had placed in my inside coat pocket.
On preparing to leave later in the afternoon, I discovered that the papers and mail were not in my pocket. Also missing was my pocket daytimer. They had been stolen!
I could not believe that among the dedicated people present, there was a thief.
Like others, my jacket was on the back of my chair at my desk, which I had left for only a few moments during the afternoon.
The value of the stolen items was minimal. What I lost was a degree of trust in my fellow human beings.
James Cliffe, New Westminster
