“When you ask for help, we’ll be there.”

“I know, I’m just not thinking I need help at this time.”  Replied the son who was moving out on his own.

He was wanting to try living on his own without the worry of having to manage the outside help that was being offered.  He had what he felt was no handicap, but others felt differently.

He had been born with a problem that affected his walking.  He moved rather slowly, but managed to get where he wanted to go.  This was his big chance to see if he could live on his own – without anyone helping him.

The first night in his new apartment, he felt a bit worried, yet satisfied.  He knew other people with the same physical issue and they had chosen to live with others that could help care for them.  He did not judge them for that decision, but he wanted to see if he could live a somewhat normal life on his own.

His alarm rang a whole three hours before he needed to be at work.  He only needed an hour to get to work, but he wanted to make sure he would be on time.

As he slowly moved around his new living quarters, he realized that he had some efficiencies to implement.  After taking only an hour and a half to eat his breakfast and get himself ready, he left out the front door.

Just a block away, was the bus stop.  As he slowly made his way he was thinking about how far he had come from just years ago when he could barely get himself to the bathroom in time.  Life sure had changed.

The bus pulled up and he made his way up the steps and into a seat.  As he looked out the window it was as though he was seeing things for the first time.   He had a smile that would not go away, his excitement was showing.

“I’m doing it.  I’m really doing it.”  He thought to himself.

When the bus approached his stop, he pulled the string to alert the driver to pull over.  He waited until the bus came to a complete stop before attempting to get out of his seat.  He had learned that lesson the hard way, in his younger years.

The driver waited patiently, as did the other passengers as he slowly moved to the rear exit door.  Yes, he hurried as much as he could, but he knew that moving too quickly would be disastrous and result in more wait time for the other passengers.

When he arrived at work, he sent out a simple text to his parents.

“I made it :)”

His mom and dad were both waiting by their phones for the news.   They were worried that their son was attempting to do more than he could handle.

As their phone beeped they both read it with anticipation and smiled.

“He’s going to be okay.”

“Yes he is.”

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When we need help, we need to ask, but we also need to wait to help only those who ask!

Written Mon, Apr 25, 2016, 7:58 – 8:08 AM MDT