I have a friend who has a friend that is in need of a little help. She is a single mom that is barely making ends meet and my friend helps her when she can. Her friend told her not to help her anymore, not because she was able to stand on her own two feet, but I think pride may have gotten in the way. My friend asked me to be a “secret Santa” to her friend so that her friend could buy some groceries. Are you still with me?
Sometimes we need a helping hand. Sometimes we need several pairs of helping hands. And you know what? It’s okay to be on the receiving end of some much needed assistance when circumstances may not be going our way. Feeling uncomfortable for a situation that is not wanted, is never anybody’s choice, but to not accept help from those who truly care is just plain stubborn! And then there are those who may feel that now this person who has done something generous now expects something in return… and to them I say, “Get over it!”
Throughout my life, I was the one who always needed a little help to get me on my feet and moving forward. I was the one that needed a place to stay, the one who took on jobs that came with a meal, the one who didn’t have a car to get me to that next job… and along the way, I have had many hands that have come to my rescue. Did I feel awkward or embarrassed or that I could never pay these people back for their kindness? Of course I did, but without their genuine concern for my well being, who knows what park bench I would’ve laid my head on or which morgue would’ve been my final destination.
Times have changed for me and my situation, and I am now able to be those helping hands to those whose lives might need a little extra TLC. The sense of satisfaction fills my heart when I am able to make a positive difference in someone’s life. I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of aid and support, now I am the giver and I wouldn’t want it any other way as this is how I pay it forward. So please, if you are ever on the receiving end of true generosity, please accept it graciously and when you can, and you will one day… pay it forward.
Looking back, I am thankful for each memory that an angel appeared disguised as a caring “friend” who helped me make it through another day. For these people have shaped my perspectives and to this day if I see or hear about a friend in need, my hands become helpers and under my T-shirt, I hide my wings.