I suppose asking for help doesn’t come easily for anyone. Surely that must true. We all must think of ourselves as able to find our way on our own, helping others . . . not the ones needing help.Need seems to place us lower than we might want to be. It takes us back to that dependency where we were, reaching up with a hand, reaching for someone stronger, smarter, more powerful, more adept than we are.
That’s the thought, the learning that I’m unraveling now. It doesn’t have to feel that way.
Reaching out for help doesn’t mean reaching up for strength.
Am I strong enough in my sense of self to believe that?
Can I ask for help and feel I’m not becoming dependent?
Of course I can. I can stand by your side and lean on you, knowing you’ll lean on me when you feel the same need.
You and I do that without thinking.
Asking for help is faith and trust. It’s something to live up to both ways. It makes us stronger, gentler, gives us grace.
I am learning how to become a human being. It takes help.
All I had to do was ask.
−me strauss Letting me be
