Something I Couldn't Do

In many ways, I’m a very independent person; in some ways, I’m not.

Recently, a friend of mine did something for me that I could not do for myself. A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I never knew how heavily it was weighing on my mind until it was gone. I feel much freer than I’ve felt in a long time, which is ironic, because the very thing that made feel free in the beginning enslaved me for years of my life.

I’ve learned more than I ever thought I would from this one action of friendship. I’ve long thought that if I needed help, it was a sign of weakness. The help that gives is the help I’ve never thought to accept.

The thing is, I was helped, but not thought for. One action set off a chain of reactions, and I am able to grow and learn and act as I take steps forward and away from the obstacle that hindered me for so long.

Occasionally we run across problems that are just too much for us to handle, but it’s rare to find a friend who cares, sees a bad situation, and has the guts to fix it for you when it’s clear to see that you can’t do it yourself. I am forever grateful to these friends. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You’ll never know how much you’ve given me. I’m free to move on; I’m a better person because of you.

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9 thoughts on “Something I Couldn't Do

  1. Brilliant.None of us are self sufficient and we all have our blind spots and weaknesses that we need friends to help us with.There are few friends that really care and act in an unselfish way, who are prepared to be there for us. The fact that you have one who has helped you is a testament to the friendship between you.Often I find people try to help me unasked, usually with their own agendas. (People sometimes offer their comments because it makes them feel good to offer their advice, rather than for the good of me.) I find the best friends are those that don’t judge and instead support and help me when I ask them.

  2. i sooo totally concur with Mike, and it is fortunate how things can work when the right paths are chosen….those that your inner gut tells you feels best.. Congrats to yer great friends !! ~julian

  3. I have had friends do amazing things for me without me ever asking. I’ve always been a bit too proud to ask for help. It is a silly pride. Good friends wish they had the opportunity to help, wish you would ask them. My old friend called me once in the middle of the night to cry over a lost love. I was so flattered that she would do that. She handed me an opportunity to give.

  4. It seems you never know how much it means to let a friend help when you really need it. It’s one of the hardest things for me to remember.

  5. Many times our struggle in life is not in ‘finding someone to love’, but in ‘allowing’ that person to love us. Just Allow.Good post!`ZZ

  6. I’ve recently reconnected with a friend I hadn’t spoken to in ten years, and we just happened to have had this very conversation – just yesterday. When she knew me, I had a boyfriend that was incredibly generous and I was ferociously independent. His generosity was the ONLY thing we ever fought over, and thank goodness I’m over that now! His never ending desire to serve my needs and to make me happy, drove me up the wall! It made me feel like an imbecile in some ways. It wasn’t until many years later that I realized part of that was allowing myself to believe I deserved to be treated like a princess, and I couldn’t be happier with my prince charming now.

  7. I have always been a very independent person and the first one to lend a hand or an ear or whatever my friend needed.Ironically, I have been the person in need after a bad accident and have found it difficult to rely on others!Sigh…the love is good. The ego, well, it has gotten smaller over the last few years. ;)Very nice post.

  8. I can relate to your article, it’s true what you’ve written, in my life also, my friend or relative have unknowingly helped me out, and is surprised when I showed my gratitude.

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