needing assistance and accepting it are two very different things . . .

The saying below is from one of my favorite movies, 28 Days.

Sandra Bullock’s character has been sentenced to 28 days in rehab, and as part of her treatment, she is given a sign to wear around her neck that says “Confront me if I don’t ask for help”.

This phrase is one that resonates with me, and yet it’s one that I balk at. I hate admitting that I need help with anything. I hate feeling dependent on anybody.

But now, I have to move.

Moving is the time when you find out who your real friends are. It is a true test of friendship in its own, unique way.  Maybe people who don’t despise physical labor will not understand this, but for me, it is the supreme act of sacrifice that a person can make.  Moving sucks. It requires lifting heavy things, going up and down stairs, staying for one more trip or ten more boxes when you had hoped to be done hours earlier and your mind and body are both at the breaking point.

I hate everything about moving, and every time I move, I repeat a particular mantra . . . “NEXT TIME, I’m hiring movers”. But “next time” comes along, and there I stand . . . still broke . . . still in need of assistance.

For a long time, I tried to only own things that I was able to carry on my own. However, it is not as simp, le as one might think to make this happen. Possessions multiply in our wasteful society, and sooner or later, I find myself owning something that is just too big for me to carry alone. And in these moments, I am left with no choice but to ask for help.

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