offering help when your life is perfect
when life is good, i don’t talk about it. talking turns fortune into a fragile and fleeting thing, so i knock on wood and pray that God gives me enough days on this earth to do this wonderful life justice with my hard work.
so, i’m doing great, knock on wood. but my sister isn’t. helping is so easy but only if you can figure out what would help. helping seems so simple until your comfort is on the line. helping looks so noble to the outside observer who doesn’t see the strings attached. what to do?
i don’t even need your help, and even if i did, i’d be too proud to take it.
i would feel better about having it so good, knock on wood, if i could share it with you.
you earned it. i don’t deserve it.
you do! you do! just take it!
thank you so much, but i’ll manage on my own, thank you.
why wouldn’t you take it??? please. i don’t need it.
now i feel worse. if this is just trash to you, i don’t need your trash. you’re insulting me.
it’s not trash, it’s a gift.
just give freely, openly, without contempt or expectation. it’s ok. maybe nothing changes after all, or maybe you’ve inspired another good life.