Don’t be ashamed to need help. Like a soldier storming a wall, you have a mission to accomplish. And if you’ve been wounded and you need a comrade to pull you up…so what?
A few days ago, I drove to Cainta around midnight to drink with a heartbroken friend. We sat and talked, I listened and nodded. He ranted and bawled about the ‘unfairness of it all.’ In this age, we may have been slowly losing the art of being around for a friend. What a world of difference it makes (to me and) to those who need an ear to actually be sitting there. Close enough to tap each other’s fore arm. Not necessarily dissecting the problem but just by being right there in front of each other, clinking that glass.
The world is kind like that.
“I get by with a little help from my friends.”*