Two juxtaposing scenes that both happened to me today:
Two separate gentlemen (not conjoined twins) offered to give me their seat on the train. Even when I refused vehemently, one of these men got up anyway.
An older woman stopped me to ask where the “hilton” was but she didn’t know the street name or where it was exactly. In a humongous city. (It dawned on me waaay too late that I could have looked it up on my smart phone.)
Two completely different situations. Two times I completely refused to be helped or (accidentally) refused to help.
The moral of these two stories is the same though: let them and let yourself.
Let them help you. Sit in a seat when someone offers it to you in earnest. (Not any of that “let me offer this but not actually get up” shenanigans).
And stop and let yourself help someone else. (especially if it’s an old lady. But don’t help someone who has bad vibes to you. You need to stay sexy and not get murdered, ok? Karen and Georgia from My Favorite Murder say so.)
The point is that you should let yourself be helped and pay it forward sometimes. Don’t get too proud. Because the world needs more nice in it, and you definitely shouldn’t refuse it when it appears.
Bailey Dailey 