Disclaimer: See part 1
Part 1: Trust
That was the moment I realized I'd finally found a man--besides my uncle-- who might be worthy of my trust. I'd learned long ago that men, in general, were not a trustworthy lot. My father abused me, all my friends who said alcohol would make the pain go away deceived themselves and me, and my husband... my husband was a shiftless ne'er-do-well.
Uncle Matt was the exception to my rule. When he found out about my wreck, he came and got me and he helped me dry out. Then he placed me on the track I'm on now. He gave my life back to me, and I love him for it.
The only other man I've come close to trusting is John. He didn't take advantage of me in Okinawa when he could have, and he was willing to take the blame for Chris' death to keep me from going to Leavenworth. Even then though he wasn't the first person I wanted to go to... but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Even though I felt like I could trust Harm, it was still something I had to learn to do. For someone with my background, not only does trust have to be earned, it has to be taught. Harm had to teach me how to let myself trust him.
This became obvious when I ranted at him for sandbagging me in court. Professionally, I was right. He had completely thrown me for a loop with that ricocheting bullet theory. Personally, I was way off base. What I saw as a fault is actually a great asset. His ability to keep friendship from clouding his ability to argue his case, yes, even when he seems to switch it on and off like a bilge switch, that is what makes him such an incredible attorney.
It is also what makes him an amazing friend. No matter what I do to him in court, I know that (usually) an hour or two later he's my friend again. Of course, there are lines neither of us would cross in the court room, but that brings us back to trust.
I was still wary of him when he offered to take me flying. What was his motivation? I had never really experienced friendship with no strings attached, and I was reluctant to believe that was what he was offering.
By the end of the day, I knew at least one thing. I could trust Harmon Rabb to do everything in his power to bring me home safely, no matter what that meant. While it still isn't a day I like to think about, it was a tremendous feeling to know I was safe with him.
Part 1: Trust
That was the moment I realized I'd finally found a man--besides my uncle-- who might be worthy of my trust. I'd learned long ago that men, in general, were not a trustworthy lot. My father abused me, all my friends who said alcohol would make the pain go away deceived themselves and me, and my husband... my husband was a shiftless ne'er-do-well.
Uncle Matt was the exception to my rule. When he found out about my wreck, he came and got me and he helped me dry out. Then he placed me on the track I'm on now. He gave my life back to me, and I love him for it.
The only other man I've come close to trusting is John. He didn't take advantage of me in Okinawa when he could have, and he was willing to take the blame for Chris' death to keep me from going to Leavenworth. Even then though he wasn't the first person I wanted to go to... but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Even though I felt like I could trust Harm, it was still something I had to learn to do. For someone with my background, not only does trust have to be earned, it has to be taught. Harm had to teach me how to let myself trust him.
This became obvious when I ranted at him for sandbagging me in court. Professionally, I was right. He had completely thrown me for a loop with that ricocheting bullet theory. Personally, I was way off base. What I saw as a fault is actually a great asset. His ability to keep friendship from clouding his ability to argue his case, yes, even when he seems to switch it on and off like a bilge switch, that is what makes him such an incredible attorney.
It is also what makes him an amazing friend. No matter what I do to him in court, I know that (usually) an hour or two later he's my friend again. Of course, there are lines neither of us would cross in the court room, but that brings us back to trust.
I was still wary of him when he offered to take me flying. What was his motivation? I had never really experienced friendship with no strings attached, and I was reluctant to believe that was what he was offering.
By the end of the day, I knew at least one thing. I could trust Harmon Rabb to do everything in his power to bring me home safely, no matter what that meant. While it still isn't a day I like to think about, it was a tremendous feeling to know I was safe with him.