Several Twitter friends read the post I published a few hours ago, titled “Desperation Time and 19 Miles Past Screwed“, and subsequently scolded me for not having included something along the lines of a donate button or a PayPal e-mail address or something. You guys are just awesome. I don’t even know how to thank you for the encouragement, pep talks and offer to pitch in to help me out of what earlier tonight seemed like an utterly hopeless situation. I can’t pretend I didn’t consider throwing a PayPal button in the post, but for someone like me…well, it makes me feel like a complete and utter failure to even consider asking someone else for help.
It took a good friend to say, “Look, would you think someone else was a failure if they asked for or needed your help?” Of course, the answer was no…and the answer has always been no. I’ve always been happy to lend a hand to help someone who needed it and never once – not once – thought, “Geez…what a pathetic loser…”. But for those of you who know me at all, you know that kind of common sense doesn’t really apply when the shoe is on the other foot where I’m concerned. So, I do…feel like a loser…yes…loser.
Nonetheless, I can’t let my pride hurt my friend. And that’s the bottom line here. If I don’t figure out how to bring the account current, her family will suffer – and I can’t let that happen because of me. I have given in to the demands and cajoling. I am swallowing my pride. I am putting aside my dignity. And I’ve created a PayPal donate button so that you most generous souls can lend a hand to someone who really needs it.
I will never again succumb to the cynical notion that selfishness and avarice are all that exist. You are proof to the contrary. I am eternally grateful for your friendship and generosity. I promise you I will never forget this. Never.