Asking for Help
Twice a week, I tutor on the West Bank. I tend to see God the most when I tutor, and sometimes, I think He drops hints for me.
A week ago, I was helping a kid with math homework. He had a word problem, and after he found the solution, he had to write a paragraph about how he solved this problem. (Example: “First I multiplied this times that to find the volume. Then I….”)
So after we solved the word problem, he started writing his paragraph. And this was how he started it: “First, I read the problem. Then, I asked for help.”
Classic example of ‘Kids Say the Darndest Things’, right? But you have to admire his honesty. He was unashamed to admit that he had gotten help. But most importantly, he was honest enough with himself to realize that he needed help in the first place.
I’ve always had trouble asking for help. But as I’ve gotten to college I feel like it’s only gotten worse. It’s like I want to prove that I can be an adult. I want to do things on my own because I’m not a kid anymore, and I don’t want anyone to think that I am.
This should probably end with some resolution to ask for help more or something like that. But I won’t, in part because I don’t think I’m ready for such resolution. So maybe that’s a place to start.