I’m one to talk. There have been numerous occasions where I turned it down. And if I hadn’t my life would have been easier. Some offer not out of genuine reasons but with an ulterior motive often to make themselves feel better about who they are. Or because they know you will decline their offer so they don’t have to do anything after all. Sometimes there’s no one around. Other times there’s too many.

Yes, I am talking about help.

This is one of those topics that’s been brewing for a while. It came up some months ago when I mentioned self help in a meeting. That didn’t go over well. A few didn’t want to admit they could use some help. It was like it was a dirty word and for some people it is.

Maybe it starts as early as maybe two when we try to do things like our role models. Tying our shoes dressing ourselves feeding ourselves. I think we learn to say “I can do it” way to early.

Won’t you please, please help me? Not an unreasonable question. I wonder how the world would change if we were more open to ask for help and offer it.