I’ve been through so much in my 18 years of life, dealing with fake love from others, abuse, loss of close friends and family, so many death experiences, and to top it all off, so much pain. Not to brag or anything, but I’ve already been through more than what I should have gone through. I shouldn’t even be alive right now, but the reason why I am still alive is because I got help.
Your problems are not better, worse, or any less than mine. But they can be avoided with some help. I understand that I’m not really good with words in certain situations, but still; do not push me away. My advice may not help, but showing how much I care about you will. Now that I think about it, I wish I had something to give to all those would-be-comforters that showed me how much they cared when I was upset. Even though most of them didn’t give me good enough advice (or I just didn’t get it), showing me how much they cared helped so much.
You see a baby trying to reach something from the cabinet; you see someone hanging off a bridge; you see a friend in a fight losing; you see a friend or family member crying; you see someone struggling on homework that seems easy; you see somebody fall down; but when you try to lend them a hand, most people respond saying: “Nah, I got it. It’s ok,” “leave me alone!” or “I don’t need your help!”
Pretty stubborn, huh? I’m guessing you’re hurt because they pushed you away. Why did they push you away when all you wanted to do was show them how much you care? I guess you’ll never know. Don’t worry; I get that all the time.
Every time I get upset, or whenever something happens to me that involves drama, I cannot be sad for anything. Why? Because wherever I go, no matter if it’s school, church, my house, or even just down the street, a friend, a church friend, a family member, even strangers come to me when they see me upset and ask me what’s wrong? Even my enemies do the same too.
“Hey Phillip, what’s wrong?” “Aww P.J., where’s your smile?” “P.J., what’s up, brah?” “P.J. you ok?” Then when I answer back saying, “Nothing, I’m fine,” they won’t let me go until I tell them. “P.J, don’t lie to me.”, “Phillip, tell me, now!”, “Tell me or I’ll tickle you.” Then I end up having to tell them, but whenever they’re sad, it’s a whole different story. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, “Get away from me Phillip Romar!”, “Don’t touch me or I’ll kill you.”, “Don’t worry about it, it has nothing to do with you.”, “You can’t help me.” And yes this comes from the same people most of the time.
I have to say, that freaking hurts. But have you ever looked around and wondered why there are people on this planet? Have you ever sat in the dark and wondered why God put more than just you on this planet? Have you ever wondered why there are counselors, hospitals, hospitals, health care, foster homes, schools, pastors, parents, grandparents, and etc? Probably because they’re all here to help and believe it or not; we all need or can use some help.
Nobody is perfect. Nobody can do everything by themselves. If we could, then there’s no need for all of the help outlets I’ve named. We’re not Jesus or Superman! Even Jesus needed help, from God and his twelve disciples. Even if we were Superman, we’d still need help as well. You guys have seen that “Superman Returns” movie, right? If it weren’t for Lois Lane, Superman would have been killed by Lex Luther and the kryptonite.
We all come to a point in life where we need help. We all do. Every single 6-point-whatever billion people on this planet need help from God, Jesus, and somebody else on this planet. We need help, sometimes even from people we don’t want help from. Sometimes, our biggest enemies teach us the most treasured lesson.
Personally, and for everyone else reading this, knows and feels my pain. I don’t care what the problem is; I care about you. You shouldn’t and don’t have to be embarrassed about what is going on. Even if I did know what was wrong, I would still try to comfort you. When I see a friend in need, I want to help. Not because it’s a moral, or a norm. It’s because I love/care about you. Just as much as you all hate seeing me upset, I hate seeing you upset.
That’s another reason why you shouldn’t push me away when I try to help or comfort you, because when you do push me away, it makes me feel worthless. “Leave me alone, you can’t help, this has nothing to do with you.” I bet if I said one of those lines to the would-be-comforters who tried to help or comfort me, I’d be looked at as the bad guy. How do you think that makes me feel? Worthless! So from now on, whenever I see my loved ones upset or in need of help, I’m supposed to say, “Oh I can’t do anything to help them. It’s not my problem. I guess I’ll just throw myself a pity party and cut myself?” How is that fair?
The bottom line is we all need help. Even if we don’t want it, we need it. We’d all be dead without it. But I’m not saying to be like Dora the Explorer, going around asking for help with everything: “I need your help to pop the bubbles! I need your help to find the grass!” I will admit, there are things you can do on your own, but you can’t do everything by yourself. The worst thing you can do is push away that free help, because that help may not come back until after you’ve paid the price you don’t want to pay.
