I don't understand how people can stand by me no matter what, and offer help in anyway they can. I don't feel like I deserve any of it. Parodixically, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for the ones I care about, and that extends for the most part to the general public.
I don't understand why it's so hard for me to believe that someone else might do the same for me, be it lending an ear, helping to fix my car, risking their life to put out the fire in my house, or flying through freezing temperatures (in a machine that has a tendency to drop out if the air spontaneously) to give the critical care I need to survive. Those are some examples of what I'm willing to do for anyone.
So when I need people, how is it I'm so shocked that not just one person steps up to the plate, but handfuls of people?
This confounds me.
Inside all of us there's a wild thing.
-My favorite book.