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Not Everything That Glitters is Gold María E. Perez from Mexico Photo: Andreas Bauer However, one morning I opened the garage door, and then I got in my car and left it running because I had forgotten my lunch bag. At that moment, I heard a noise coming from the garage.   About twelve years ago, my husband and I decided to buy a new house. We decided to look at older homes first and then began to look at new homes. One of my favorite homes was in a neighborhood that seemed quiet, neat and safe, so we bought the house that I liked. However, one morning I opened the garage door, and then I got in my car and left it running because I had forgotten my lunch bag. At that moment, I heard a noise coming from the garage. I ran out and saw a young man drive off with my car. After that, I called 911 and reported the robbery. The operator asked me what happened. While I explained, a patrol car was on its way to look for my car. Finally, after 10 minutes, a police officer called me to let me know that they had caught the robber. The robber had crashed my car. This kind of incident taught me not to be so trusting even though the area I moved into seemed to be a nice place. This story was selected from Julia Karet's ESL writing project at Chaffey Community College: The Look Book Project Another trust story: The Unlucky Ticket (A Lesson in Trust) Return to: Loss of Trust | Issue 17 | Home Page TOPICS Online Magazine - ©1997-2007 - Sandy and Thomas Peters - topics.mag@gmail.com