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To Swallow One’s Pride

Sometimes we have to swallow our pride and ask for help.

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Our pride is something that most of us hold onto dearly.  We will take a lot of stress and not show our vulnerability in hopes to keep our pride intact.

We even go out of our way to try and help others even when we ourselves need help also.  We tend to keep our hardships to ourselves, and contend with it alone.

I myself, have seen some in need through the years and without some speaking a word, I did what i could to help.  Be it giving a poor man out on the street a burger, or a child $5 to help buy their mom a gift when they did not have enough, or and older woman an extra buck at the grocery store when not enough to buy milk.

I believe that a lot of the human race has helped someone in one way or another, with some sort of human kindness, without asking for anything in return.  When we have a National Disaster, be it a Flood, Earthquake, Tornado, or any disaster which may lead to ones in need, we as a whole, rally to help in whatever way we can, if we can.

How many have given a can or two of food to help feed a family, when you yourself, are low on food.  How many have loaned a dollar, when it was your last one.  How many, have gone without, to help someone else in need?

Now, think about it, how many of us out there have kept quiet, and to ourselves, and not let others know, not even your friends, when you were in need of help yourself!  You hold onto that pride you have inside, and you think, I don’t need help, rather, you say to yourself, I won’t ask for help, I’m too proud to do that.

The times are tough everywhere right now.  There are not enough jobs, thousands are being laid off, some who are highly skilled are willing to take a large pay cut so that they can feel their families.  I know there has been worse times in the past, but I have to say, this is the worst I have ever seen in my lifetime so far.

Our pride keeps us from asking for help, to stop and think for a moment that is is alright to be needy sometimes.  We tend to think, we always have to be strong, to not show that we are weak, and to not let others think less of us.  That pride can stand inside us, to wear, it can end up wearing us down in the long run.

A new parent will struggle with work and not sleeping instead of asking a family member to come over and let them sleep an hour.  A single mother, will make sure that her childrren eat, even if it means she goes without some days.  A proud parent will not let their child see that they are in need, and let them know just how bad things are at times, not wanting to make the child feel bad or be discouraged.

There are so many ways one might need help.  It could be food, clothes, medicine, a blanket to cover themselves on a chilly night, or someone to watch the kids for 15 minutes while they take a much needed cat nap.

But our pride, keeps us from asking for just a little bit of help, because we feel it is beneath us to ask, or that it makes us feel like a charity case, and then we feel discouraged about what others will think of us.  As we don’t want anyone to know,  we have fallen, and need help to get back on our feet.

The donations we do each and every year, the help we have given in one way or another to someone, it is not to make the ones we are helping feel bad about themselves, it is instead, a little bit of help until they get back on their own feet.  So we need to sometimes swallow our pride, and to ask for help.  Don’t feel that you are a charity case, as the one who may help you  does not think that way of you.

That is what communities and humanity is all about, helping one another.  Local churches sometimes help with bags of food and clothing.  A friend might buy you a gallon of milk.  A family member would gladly babysit for an hour while you get some much needed sleep.

Just swallow your pride, and ask for help!

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  1. Judy T Lloyd

    On April 23, 2009 at 5:32 pm


    I lost my job in mid January and had to have more surgery. That was complicated and I found myself in position as written above. It was hard for me to ask for help, especially when I had been a caregiver. Some people who receive care resent the fact and want more. But since I grew up in the country, I learned how to make do. I will start a new job next week working for the schools.

  2. California Dreamer

    On April 23, 2009 at 6:24 pm


    Yes I agree Judy, it is very hard for us to ask for help. Especially as you say, you have always been the giver. But sometimes we need to take it in stride, and ask for help. :)

  3. ladybaby

    On May 22, 2009 at 6:13 am


    I had to FORCE MYSELF TO BE “HUMBLE” to ask for welfare for my children. I did not want to do that, but I did not have a choice at the time. I could not find employment, but I worked just as hard doing volunteer work to make up for it. Our society would not see that as “contributing,” and still ostracized me for not having a “PAYING” job. Some times no matter how much you give of yourself, you are not given any respect for it.
    I always have told my children, that there are TWO types of people. GIVERS AND TAKERS. The givers are always getting the short end of the stick, because the takers think they deserve everything.

  4. California Dreamer

    On May 24, 2009 at 11:27 am


    You know ladybaby, you are exactly right, I myself have always been a giver, even for a stranger if can help in some little way, and I always find myself falling back a few steps at times, and it is not easy to ask for *help*, even from your own family, as you don’t want to be looked down upon as you said. Pretty sad to know someone sits and talks about all they have, or getting, when you are struggling with nothing, they just don’t seem to get it!!!! Great comment reply, thank you :)

  5. LOVELYHONEY

    On July 22, 2009 at 8:39 pm


    a moms pride

    My mother

    My mother passed away
    Some four decades ago
    How sad it was that day
    But her life she had lived
    Like a queen
    For most of it
    Till she was no more
    Treated as one
    Then she died
    A battle of loneliness
    She had won.

    I remember that day
    As clear as it was just this day
    Some forty years away

    So her soul must have rested
    In peace for so long
    Also reached its goal
    Where it did belong

    Mothers are the loveliest pleasure
    You love them when there driving
    Can forget them never
    Even when they are not living

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