Friday, 23 November 2012

"Help I Need Somebody..."

My laughing Buddha
faces the front door and
helps me remember a sense of perspective

“If you’re carrying more than you can handle today, choose to let some of it go by letting someone else in”.

Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt is to write about what is the hardest word for me to say.
For me, it’s not really a word – I find it difficult to ask for help.

A year or so ago I was given some free-standing wooden shelving for my garden shed. There were five solid wood shelves, and the whole unit was heavy and difficult to manoeuvre. From the cottage to the shed is a distance of about 30yards. The shelving was intact; the screws to secure the shelves were all in place but not fully tightened.

 I was keen to get the shelves in place so that I could better organise the shed. I woke up early and decided to get the job done. I emptied everything out of the shed so that the unit could be positioned where I wanted it. Then I needed to drag the unit across and inside the shed.

 It was obvious to me as I did this that the unit was too much for me to handle alone. At this point I could have asked for help but instead I persisted. I heaved the unit through the shed door and literally backed myself into a corner with it. Then the whole unit decided to collapse trapping my left hand with the whole of its weight. The pain was excruciating – a mixture of pinch and crush. It took a while for me to extricate my hand as I needed to raise the entire weight with my other hand.

 The swelling and bruising was very impressive. I needed help to get it bandaged and for the next two days spent a lot of my time continuing to ask for help.

A poem by Robert Frost

The Armful

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns --
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.

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