These last couple of days I have had to look seriously at my independently motivated living.
With my right arm totally disabled I am having difficulty just buttoning the waistband on my pants.
I have to depend almost totally on Patricia for the basic needs of my day.
That is so foreign to me because I have been the guy that provides answers and solutions for so many people for years.
My independence has led me into a false sense of security
What am I to learn from this experience?
Reflecting on this question I am realizing the gift of having to ask someone for help.
After only one day I am coming to the realization that asking for help is the basis for truly meaningful relationships.
To allow someone the privilege of being a helping hand without making the other feel like he or she is being used has the potential of building up the confidence and self worth of the other.
I say this from my own experience as a helping hand in need.
Today I am going to begin to let go of the neediness in me to always be the giver and try to allow someone else to be the giver in my place.
After all I think that the world I live in can function quite well without my interference.
Out of this experience I hope to learn a new truth (to me anyway).