One of my numerous vices is that I hate to ask for help. I wear being independent like a badge, a really heavy badge. Wednesday my truck died TWICE and I had to enlist help from strangers at a restaurant, my friend's father-in-law, and finally my principal. My principal spent quite a while trying to fix things before he gave up and drove me to AutoZone to buy a new battery. He is such a nice man and only cringed/snickered a little at my corroded battery posts and lack of mechanical prowess/interest. Today I gave him a note with some candy.
It was nice of you to
You were a real
Hopefully I learn the lesson the universe is trying to teach me and I'll lose a little of my stubborn, egotistic self-suffiency.