asking for help is a good thing

I am just a wee bit independent by nature. I also never want to feel like I am inconveniencing anyone. Friday evening when I decided to kayak on my own since it was our last evening of vacation, I enjoyed my time on the lake and reflected on how proud I was of myself for pushing to learn something new. As I was docking my kayak I was determined to secure it and climb out of it without help. The first time Jonathan had helped me in and out, but after that I'd done it on my own.

This picture is proof I was wrong in my judgement Friday.

When I docked I knew I was tired. I considered asking David to help me, but quickly, out of pride, rejected that thought. I should have asked him. He would not have minded. Instead I wrestled the carabiner at the end of the rope attached to the kayak into the metal  D hook attached to the dock, securing the kayak successfully and stood, somewhat shakily. As I stepped up and out, with the kayak slightly rocking, I bumped the top of my left foot. At the time I thought "ouch, that hurt!", but kept that thought to myself. Saturday morning I looked and thought hmmm, my foot usually isn't that color. Every day has brought a little more bruising. After shopping for a few hours with Deborah tonight there's more pain. I know there is nothing to do for a broken toe but buddy tape it. 

Tonight I am very much aware of how harmful the results of pride can be.  Asking for help can prevent some pain I bring on myself. I am reminded of how living in community, bound to other people of like mindedness, helps support me when I am hurting and eases the discomfort of living with the consequences of unwise decisions. With every step I take for the next few days I'll be mindful of how much I appreciate my buddies-those who come alongside me, with no judgement or condemnation, just support. Though they may shake their head silently.