ASKING FOR HELP TO SAVE A LIFE

Help is something we can not run away from. Sometimes it is you helping others and at another time it will be your turn to receive help from someone else. One thing we should know is that no matter how rich or wealthy a man is, there will still be a particular time in his life that he will need help from another person. It must not always be about money. Some help maybe financial and some may be spiritual. Which ever way, we must need help one day.

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Talking when I ever felt that it was okay to ask for help, sincerely speaking I am the type that hardly ask for help. Maybe because I am not too bold when it comes to asking for help. Or maybe because I am not ready to face disappointment from people. It feels somehow when you go to people to ask for help knowing very well that such person have what it takes to help you and the same person start calling you names or better still Start telling you his own problems that never existed. For me I think that is my reason. I also don't want to lose my little respect with people because I went to ask for help. But however it is when it gets to a level that I can't bear it anymore I will sure seek for help from someone maybe close or not even close to me.

BREAKING OUT OF MY SHELL.
I had this situation that made me do what I never believed that I could do. This thing happened about 8 years ago when my first daughter got admission into the university. We had nothing at home to eat and my own first child just got admission into the university. What would I do? Should be worried about the food or her admission requirements? Hmmm! It was very difficult for me to even think straight that moment. I had to swallow my pride and ran to friend of mine who I believe have what it takes to help me out. But even at that I don't even know what exactly I am going to ask her to help me with. The very moment I entered her sitting room I decided not to bring up the administration issue first, instead I told her that we had nothing at home to eat and that I don't know who else to run to. She didn't even allowed me to finish my explanation before she ran into her kitchen to bring out food items and one big bag to park them. I was so happy with what she did that day and I finally went home with food for the family. All that I did was to beg my daughter to let that admission go so that by next year she can apply for another admission. Thank God for her kind of person because she hardly argue with me. We all forgot about that admission and the next year when things were stable financially she applied again and this time she got the admission.

HOW DID IT MAKE ME FEEL?
It made me feel a little nervous. I started to stammer when I met her and maybe that was why she could not allow me finish before she ran off to her kitchen to bring out food. This is what I don't like doing, but that day I had to do it because of.my children. I couldn't watch my kids keep crying for food when I can actually ask for help.