pride or stupidity?

I have always considered myself a very independent person. I was in college by 17y.o. of which I worked my way through and into my first career job at 20. When it came to find my first job I interviewed in GA, SC, NC and a few others spots. I drove most of it. The company in Atlanta flew me down.

While in college one of my last clinicals was in MN, by my choice. I took a very long Am track trip followed by a hotel stay then a taxi to an out lying area. I learned how to take the buses back into Minneapolis to explore and I found the sky walks and h2o+. (The best body care products ever!)

Recently, I went to Seattle by myself. I flew out alone very early in the morning then used up my spare time exploring Pike Place market and parts of downtown. I had my Dr.s appointment stayed in one of the hospital's ancient hotels and repeated the process backwards the next day.

I guess what I am trying to say is I have always met life head on with an I will do this or die trying attitude.

Now that my health has slowed me down, I have had to learn to not just ask, but beg for help. I need help packing and moving our belongings. I have called at least 15 agencies and 3 churches. I had to ask for help the first day out of the hospital as I came home to no Internet, which meant no phone as we run skype. I had to have help as I fixed all of that.

My parent's had to help me get into our new diggs. HELP!! Why do we as a society as a whole feel that this word means weakness. Our beginnings of our country were based upon the help of the natives to those clueless Europeans.

If asking for help means I have no pride, so be it. I am broadcasting plea's for help far and wide. JoJo and her kids need help getting moved! I don't feel ashamed or any less proud of myself. If anything I am proud that I have the sense to beg.

I hope someone, somewhere wanders by and can be helped by my feelings of "I am not above begging!"
Thank you all who read or lurk. I feel your luv!