A few years ago, I made really decent money. I had an awesome apartment and a car. I was able to take care of myself and I was self sufficient. I was able to splurge on frivolous things. It was a good life that I was comfortable living. I never really took into consideration how much that would change or how much I would change along with it.
I never truly considered myself a prideful person until after my daddy died and my world changed. I am not the kind of person that likes to ask for help. I have a helping spirit. I do whatever I can for someone I care about and I do it without expectation. Generally if there is a need, I assist. My friends would tell you that whatever I have is there’s without many limitations. This attribute has been both a blessing and a curse. I do not comfortably accept or ask for help. Though, I have gotten much better at both. I am truly my father's daughter (mistaking my pride for weakness). I don't want to need help and surely don't want to ask for it. I haven’t really been a hand out type of person. I have always believed that hard work and dedication do not go unnoticed but that is not always true. While being in my storm, I have been learning about myself which is quite humbling.
I am THANKFUL that I have realized that it is not weak to accept help when you need it. I am thankful that there have been people in my life that have given help when I needed/wanted. All the times that there was money slipped, nights out and wine in – hair appointments and rides given. I am THANKFUL that I have realized that sometimes it is sometimes a blessing to someone else to be able to do for me. I am THANKFUL that I have realized that doing for someone sometimes come back through other people and not always for the people that you did for. I am THANKFUL for the GENEROSITY of people.