My legs hurt, so did my ego, nothing was going my way. My family sort of looked on me as looser though they were too polite to say so.
I knew I needed help, to open that door. the door I was afraid of because I could not see through them, when it opened by itself I was scared even more.
When I was young I wanted Utopia, I wanted to change the world. I found that kind of difficult so tried to change my country. I wondered why somebody didn’t do something, then I realized I was that somebody. I had to help myself first, it would be like the ripples, I would influence my family, in turn they would impact the town, the country and the world would be a different one.
Again I waited for that fairy godmother to emerge, give me a helping hand to transform my life. after all I was a miracle in waiting.
As i saw my outstretched had, i realized the difference between the outstretched hand and the helping hand was just a twist of the wrist. Like Audrey Hepburn said “if you ever need a helping hand, its at the end of your hand: first to help yourself, the second is to help others.