After all these years of cracking hardy, I've stopped. And people are being genuinely lovely. Helpful, kind, etc.
It probably helps that I walk like a three-legged horse, but since swallowing my pride, and accepting help, life is so much easier.
Yesterday, a nice fellow got me a comfortable chair to sit on, instead of the usual back-breaking wooden bench. Didn't have to ask.
Day before, a lovely woman got me sandwiches, a cup of tea and a chair. Once (read last week) I would have said, "no, no, I'll be right."
Today, a man I'd never met carried my shopping across the road to my car, and a woman who is usually big on "you need to try to do more", carried the shopping in for me.
Either I look really, really bad or my new "yes, thank you so much for helping" policy is the way to go. Or possibly both.
It probably helps that I walk like a three-legged horse, but since swallowing my pride, and accepting help, life is so much easier.
Yesterday, a nice fellow got me a comfortable chair to sit on, instead of the usual back-breaking wooden bench. Didn't have to ask.
Day before, a lovely woman got me sandwiches, a cup of tea and a chair. Once (read last week) I would have said, "no, no, I'll be right."
Today, a man I'd never met carried my shopping across the road to my car, and a woman who is usually big on "you need to try to do more", carried the shopping in for me.
Either I look really, really bad or my new "yes, thank you so much for helping" policy is the way to go. Or possibly both.
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