Surrounded by mountains, our town looked so pretty the other day. I took out my phone for some pictures.
Then the phone, inexplicably, slipped out of my hand and disappeared.
pNothing to do, but to drive home, find the phone and just keep the few pictures I had taken.
Easier said than done, as it turned out. A quick search of the front and rear areas, under the seats, as far as I could see proved fruitless. I needed another phone to call my phone, so I would at least know its approximate location.
I knew Joyce was away, so I looked for Bob. He wasn't home either and no one else was around.
Imagining being here alone, for even a few hours without a phone, stressed me out.
So I did something I find very difficult. I emailed Jeanne and asked if she could come and help.
Before long, there she was, an angel at my gate.
After calling my phone and searching for some time, she found it.
I've never in my life been so thrilled to see my phone again.
I thanked Jeanne and said, "You know, I really hate to ask a friend for help. I don't mind if it's a helper I can pay, but a friend, no. I have such a difficult time with it because I can no longer reciprocate, the way I could when I was younger."
Jeanne said, "this is how I see the circle of life. When you were younger, you helped when it was needed. And now that you need help, I'm here to help you."
Of course these were the words, the exact words I needed to hear at this exact time of my life.
They make so much sense.
I can let go of that feeling of absolute helplessness, that fear of having to ask for help, and perhaps not being able to help in return.
Physically help in return.
I know I can help friends in other ways. Talking about things, sharing what I've learned throughout a long life.
Letting go of that last discomfort, has been pretty huge for me.
Thank you, Jeanne.
