Laurel took a spill in the parking lot of subway, in DeWitt. So this lady, probably mid-60's comes running out and asks, "Can I help you? I saw your kid fall, and figured you would need help." Me being charming as ever. "No, I think I've got it." So she holds open the door to Subway for us, and Laurel is just fine. Laurel ends up flirting with a boy already in the store, forgetting her plunge. I end up ordering a sub, and get ready to leave, and the lady's husband smiles at me. I, of course (always ready with a smile, that's me) smile back, and tell the woman, "thanks again, for helping me out." She of course, beams and who knows, maybe makes a check mark for her one good thing done today, or maybe is just that nice. I don't know. I just hope I am as compassionate as her when I get older and my kids are grown.
Life is so funny. I wonder if there is a sign on me, that cries, "Help me!!!" I think people see my 3 girls and think, sad case of the oops, or maybe I look desperate enough. Yeah, I should do a scientific study of this. Maybe I should stop being the do-it-yourself kind of person, and just let people help me. You would think with three kids, that I would.
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I struggle with this too. I decided to try to let people help me. It did not go too well! An older gentleman was helping me put groceries in the back of our Tahoe and could not get the back shut. Instead of looking he just kept slamming it. He ended up busting a bottle of olive oil. So I had to drive home with olive oil dripping down the back. Thank goodness the olive oil had been buy one get one free!
Cindy (we met at church Sunday!)
I love it! At least I'm not the only one that doesn't accept help, even when I need it most.
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