Friday, October 14, 2016
When I ask for help ...
... It means I really, really, really need help.
That is why it pains me to be be turned down, to be advised, to be served a sermon when all I asked was help. Especially from someone I helped.
It is sickening. When I went out of my way to help, and when it is me who is in need, and I asked for help, it seemed that no one was there.
No one wanted to make time when I gave my time.
And I thought there were angels out there to help me, when I was being an angel to them.
Very good thing I am self-reliant. And I am independent.
But yes, on occasions, I do need help. And rarely that I ask for help.
I know I should not expect something in return for all I have done. I simply cannot understand though why there are people like me (and I am sure a lot more have done great deeds than mine) who were refused help when they did not hesitate to help though.
Lesson learned: I have to be more self-reliant. More independent.
And yes, I will continue to help. But I will be more careful to let no one abuse my generosity, kindness, time. As there are many others out there who truly need help and really appreciate you helping them.
I cannot always be helping, rescuing others. I need to help, rescue me first. Topmost.
Well, there, my adulting lesson for the week.