It’s shocking when they get mad at you for trying to help them
Then they become blind to the patterns they set up that block your help.
I have found myself near begging for help on how I could help people.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about genuine do-gooder type of stuff. As much as I love the image of me with a cape, I find myself afraid of even a kind word to people sitting still on the sidewalk. I skitter from that kind of help like a mouse. Anything in motion, a nod, carry on, that’s manageable. Actual contact, engagement, the lights go on and Iike a flash the shadows.
I’m working on that; miserably. I’m finding the modern day Samaratan thing to be difficult in the translation.
No. I’m talking about let’s move the couch kinds of stuff. Mutually beneficial tasks. Projects that take a few and help a few. Even other people’s projects that I’m paid to do things like…help.
I had a Sisyphus with this job recently in the prep. The Help me Help you had the wincing effect of a personal colonoscopy. My kid beat up their kids. I threw up on their wedding dress. I burned off their mustache. I drove over their turtle. I gave their Grandma herpes. Cascade in the soup. Poop toothpaste.
Simple questions like “what would you like?” and the sprinkler system went off.