Help. It's a word that is used by some and hardly ever by others. Sometimes it is used in dire situations and other times it is used when it seems like no help is actually needed.
I was sitting in The Rooster Cafe (Broadview Ave., across from Riverdale Park), my favorite place to read and get current on youth, church, and neighborhood culture, on Wednesday afternoon and a woman just simply says 'excuse me'.
She had been sitting a couple seats away for pretty much the same amount of time that I had been sitting, but at some point she needed help. She was trying to open up a small container of Tylenol. Why? I don't know. I hope it's not for a headache because she should just stop drinking coffee, but that's besides the point. She simply said 'excuse me, but could you help get this open for me?' I of course obliged and helped, got it open, and she was able to take her Tylenol.
Immediately I thought about how I don't like asking for help. I believe I can do it all and if I can't, I will learn, so I can (yes I am working on this area of my life. I am not the greatest, I know).
Why don't I ask for help? Why do we as a people fear asking for help? Why is it so important for us to be able to do everything by ourselves?
This question intrigues me as I will be leading a conversation at church this Sunday surrounding this topic.
Is it so bad to ask for help when we don't know how to do something?
Maybe it is just me, but it seems like we need to just ask for help more often.
Maybe in asking for help we will find great strength.
Maybe in asking for help we will actually find out how to do something properly.
Maybe in asking for help we will beat down our pride, learn that we don't know it all, and that it is ok.
Maybe in asking for help we will learn that we need people more than we think we do.
Just my thoughts. Let me know what you think...even if it is just you Megan (my wife).
PS. Sorry for being lame in not posting much. I am getting back into it.
