Asking for Help
It is hard enough for me to ask for help when I know someone and much harder when I don’t know a person. Maybe it is the other way around. If you don’t know someone, they offer help out of the kindness of their heart. If you know the person, you may feel if you ask, there will be string attached.
I fell crossing the street. As I lay on the concrete drive, “How am I going to get up?” crossed my mind. As if to an answered prayer, three workers who were part of the HOA maintenance crew came to my rescue. From my vantage point, all I could see were work boots. Not only did they help me get up, they offer to see that I got medical treatment and helped me get in back inside. Where I lived in the country, I could have lay there for days before anyone noticed that I needed help. My husband’s hearing is bad and he kept the TV so loud that he could not hear it thunder much less a cry for help.
I am so thankful for all those good people out there who get involved and help with no other agenda. People are good and if you give them a chance… be amazed at what happens. My hardest problem is asking for help. I want to be considered independent. Guess my fall showed me that I am vulnerable and need assistance at times. Why am I so afraid to ask for help has crossed my mind? All my life I have been told to work. OK but what has that to do with asking for help? Dad just told us to do things without showing us how. We figured it out on our own. Asking for help is a sign of weakness. I discovered that it is more than that. It shows that we need each other and when you can help, kudos to both of you.