I’m not good at asking for help. In fact, if I can avoid asking for help when I *really* need it, I will do so at all costs. I’m not talking about “hey, would you please carry this into the house for me?” help. I’m talking about “there’s something going on and it’s difficult, and I need something. Please.” kind of help.
Well, I need help.
But actually I don’t. Someone else does. But I’m asking you to help me help someone else. There’s this family I know, and they’re going through darkness.
If you believe in prayer, please pray.
If you believe in mojo, please send good mojo to them.
If you believe in magic, please weave good energy.
If you believe in nothing, please think good thoughts.
If you believe in the flying spaghetti monster, please send meatballs (I say this, tongue in cheek, not to make light of the situation, but because I want to be inclusive. I know some of you are pastafarians).
I want it all to go away for the family, but I want it to end as well as it can. I want it to be right. I want their path illuminated (preferably in gold leaf, but right now, I’ll settle for a the light of a match).