Be the help you should have been

No need to apologize to a dead person that was overcome by addictions or someone who just committed suicide.

Maybe people apologize to loved ones who have passed away to deal with their own grief or to appease their own guilt.  Nevertheless, what's the point?

Help was just not there when that person deserved it.

Many people with addiction and mental illness feel that way.  Where is all the help that, "they 'promised' me?"

Is your life so important that someone else's doesn't matter?

How can you help someone in need?

1) Listen without judging (important).  They won't come back if you judge

2) Just be a friend (you might be the only one)'

3) Keep it confidential

4) Take 'concrete' steps to help  (Actually do something for that person)

5) It's just too easy to give up on someone who has 'problems')

(I am just writing this post in response to a tweet I just read, it troubled me. Many people are just 'there for you', but not there with you)

If it had not been for the help of some friends, I might not have made it through.  I am very grateful for those friends.  Each had a part in my life.

If you are someone seeking help, respond to it and receive it.  Don't be so stubborn that you refuse it and go your own way into more problems.  Don't just blindly refuse an advice, but consider it first!

Have a great day!

Here's a children story I wrote but it has an appropriate message:

Some Bunny’s Love!

 

Once upon a time, and this is not a fairy tale, a man and his wife lived in a city with their daughter and son.  The man and his daughter each wanted a bunny so they bought two bunnies at the pet store.

The daughter named her bunny Roxy and the man named his Mocha.  They were both girls.

He had to learn how to feed her.  

He had to learn how to hold her and how to pet her. 

He was afraid of holding her because he didn’t want to hurt her and he didn’t know how.

His daughter and his wife had to teach him how.

You see, he had never owned a furry animal before.  When he was growing up, his mommy didn’t like them because she thought they were too messy.  All he had were a few fish and a turtle.

In the course of time, the bunnies, since they were girls, had to learn to get along.  They fought a bit, but soon Mocha had to show Roxy who was the boss.  Mocha was definitely the boss.

Over time, the man got to know Mocha and Mocha got to know the man.  Mocha was always there for him after a hard day’s work.  She was there for him when he was sad, and she was there when he was happy.  Sometimes she wanted to be held and other times she didn’t want to, but she always would let him know.  She was a good bunny and very quiet.  Bunnies don’t make any noise.

But most of all, she knew how to love and that made her a great bunny.  Way to go Mocha!

Since bunnies don’t make noise you may ask: “How do they let you know about things?”  That’s a good question.  They show you love by being there for you and they listen to you too.  When they want something they simply stare at you until they get it.  Do you stare at people sometimes?  Is it good to stare?  Well it is good for bunnies because that’s the way they let you know what they need.  If they want a carrot they stare.  They love their routine!  When they are happy they hop all over the place. 

What do you do when you are happy?  Do you hop too?

Well after a while Mocha got much older and she didn’t hop anymore.  She became weaker too.  That’s what happens when you get older.  But she was always there for the man, and he held her tenderly. 

Roxy had passed away and now Mocha lived with another male bunny named Winston.  After a while she became very quiet and the man was able to leave her outside her cage overnight.

Winston and she would cuddle together, and they got along very well.  But soon, and too soon, she died and the man was very hurt by that.  He had loved her and had become very attached to her.  She loved

him too in a bunny kind of way.  He cried for she had been a good friend to him.  He remembered how

she was always there for him after a day’s work and when he was happy or sad. 

Now he remembers her through his memory and he thinks of her often as the best bunny and only

bunny he ever had. 

 

 

The End