Friday, July 15, 2011

Only Way Out

I am one of the very worst when it comes to asking for help. I loved this post for that reason. I would have definitely been the one that walked aimlessly forever because I refused to believe I needed help and/or it was simply impossible. Rojo would have raised his hand in 2 seconds and said, "That's it for me."

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kario said...

I would have refused to ask for help, too. And I would have gotten increasingly pissed off at myself because I would have "known" that there was a solution that I wasn't smart enough to find.

There's a part of me that likes this exercise.
There's another part that feels like it is a cruel joke for people like me.

Tanya Savko said...

I so needed this reminder to ask for help. Hope you have a great weekend! said...

Why IS asking for help so hard?


Elizabeth said...

I loved this. I am so curious about this camp -- do you know what one she is talking about in southern California?

cheryl said...

On Saturday morning, as I was preparing to drive 2.5 hours to see my dad in the nursing home (he had just been delivered there Friday), I saw this post of yours about reluctance to ask for help.

I never ask for help, or prayers, but your post caused me to put a note up on my facebook page, asking for good thoughts and prayers because I knew my day was going to be torturous, because I knew my dad would be begging me to get him out of there.

I stopped along my drive and checked my messages and had such a warm response from facebook friends. That allowed me to walk into that nursing home with the calm and peace and strength I needed. And it turned out way better than I could have ever imagined.

The prayers and good thoughts sent by others buoyed me, calmed me, and helped my dad to be at peace - which was the main thing I desired.

So, thank you, Carrie, for making me realize that *I* needed to ask for help. Asking for help and receiving those prayers turned a dreadful day into a miraculous day.