Wassup?

OH, Alright!

Hello, my faithful few. I am writing you from purgatory (better known as Florida) and have a message to send out...HELLLLPPP!

Have you ever had a relative or friend who took a miserable amount of your time and effort for granted? Someone who, no matter how generous and supportive, still needed more? A miserable creature who ran from one ridiculous situation to the next with no apparent regard for how he/she would recover or even survive?

Did you find yourself continually helping, forever forgiving, consistently cooperating with the demands of this selfish, immature ingrate? I sincerely hope so.

I have come to the conclusion that helping others, especially those egregious leeches, is really more about you than it is about them. Helping, giving, supporting is an exercise in spiritual warfare, and continuing to "put out", as it were, is actually winning! It's not a game these people are throwing at us...it is war!

Think back to the time you have dodged the call, ignored the email, changed the subject before a loan request could be uttered. How'd that make you feel? Kinda bad, I'm thinkin'. Ever wonder why that is? I mean, for goodness sake, enough is enough, already. There's only so much you can ask of a person. There has to be a time when walking away is the right thing to do. Right? Wrong.

For the most part, if someone is asking you for something, it is something you can afford to give. Sure, it might tax your time/patience/wallet, but more times than not, you can find a way to do it with a modicum of effort on your part. Am I right?
Of course I am.

There are people in all our lives who cry wolf. Some of them need a good spankin'. Some could use a swift kick in the nether regions. Others would benefit from a therapist and some strong medication. But all of them need us.

It is so great to be needed. So precious to offer help. Such an unprecedented privilege to give. Because that means we have, we belong, we matter.

Soon we will all be the ones asking. Won't it be great to know when it was our turn to listen, we did everything we could to make things good. To make them right. To make them better than we had to. Because this is war, people. And winning isn't everything...it's how we won that will be remembered. And who we saved.