I’m not good at asking for help. Ask anyone who knows me. To consider it “brave” to ask for help seems ridiculous. Or does it?

The foot had been hurting for literally months…until I finally got a diagnosis after three x-rays and an MRI. Thankfully not a break, but a torn tendon needed a boot nonetheless. And doning that gorgeous black beauty just didn’t seem to be enough. I tripped in it, falling to my knees and cutting my shin wide open.

Finally out of the book 8 weeks later, I graduated to an ice pack at night and a brace during the day. But wait! That wasn’t enough….

While in the brace, I tripped while carrying some tubs of goodies into my shop space. This time the fall resulted in a broken wrist! And because of the fact that my wrist was underneath the tub I was carrying, it broke in an odd place…the back of my wrist. The prognosis? “It will heal, but it will be slow….”.

So here I am a month out of the cast, in my 7th week of physical therapy to regain strength in that wrist. And while I’m sure this is hard to believe, I developed trigger thumb in my left hand while wearing the cast on my right, so therapy is currenty ongoing for both hands! And as a result of all of that, I am also having to undergo therapy simultaneously to help alleviate the numbness that occurs literally 24/7 in both arms from the neck to my fingers.

Help needed? Who me? Ya think?!?

Just hearing my sad tale, my son and husband went to work painting furniture for me. What a blessing!

As if that wasn’t enough, my friends helped me by loading and unloading my furniture for me, they decorated my space, climbed ladders for me and let me tell them where to stage items in my space.

You might just need to swallow your pride and let someone give you a lift today. Humble yourself. It’s the perfect way to let someone else be a blessing to you!

~Blessings,

Connie