Last week I had to do something that I am not really all that good at. I had to reach out and ask for help. I don't like to ask for help. I love to help ... but being on the receiving end ... oh, that is not as easy for me. It feels weak. Vulnerable. Open to be rejected. And I believe that it is better to give than to receive.
But three days before a really big wedding ... a wedding where I was in charge of everything... I found myself flat on my back in the hospital. And I was left with no choice but to ask for help.
I had a friend spend the entire day with me in the hospital. She drove me there, stayed with me, and after bringing me back home went up to the store and picked up the medication I was prescribed. Another friend spent hours preparing all the wedding flowers so that all I had to do was make the arrangements. And other friend drove me around running errands, so that I would not wear myself out.
It was a good lesson for me, this "asking for help" thing. What I learned, is that
asking letting people help me is a gift, not only to me, but also to them. When you let others help you, it gives them a chance to be a good friend, to share their love and kindness and to feel the reward of giving to someone else. And that is what life is all about.