Some days that moment sneaks up on me and I am held captive. I keep that quiet because I do not want to tarnish the image so as it is. And this is funny (not ha ha funny, but the other kind) because I am constantly making myself available to those who need my help. So why do I think that asking for myself makes me weak when I do not view that in others?
I cannot do it all nor should I expect that, but on some level I feel that if I cannot do it myself I should not have it. Silly I know, but I learned it somewhere.
If I can help, I should. If I need help I should ask. It is really that simple, not easy just simple.
Nothing makes one feel so strong as a call for help.
Pope Paul VI
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