My inner editor is horrified at all those exclamation marks; however, my inner cheerleader (she’s very small, she lives under my right pinky nail) is just delighted. Today, I am all about the cheerleader.
A few days ago I posted about what a thrill it is to help people, how grateful I feel for all the help we’ve received over the years, and how much I miss being in a position that makes it easy to help others. (See the original post here: Believe me, this will make your day) On a whim, I suggested a little matchmaking: you write to me with your desire to help or your desire for help, and I’ll match up need with need. I hit “publish” and immediately felt like I needed a drink. ‘Cause I was pretty sure one of two things was going to happen:
- Nothing. No one would respond, thereby proving that no one actually reads all this drivel, I’ve wasted my time and embarrassed myself, or…
- I’d get 100 emails in the first day asking for help buying a new iPhone, a Prada bag, or a million-dollar cure for a rare fatal disease.
But, um, no.
That’s not what’s happening at all, which just goes to show that my knee-jerk assessment of myself and the world might need just the tiniest bit of work.
So far I’ve gotten a bunch of emails (I’m reading them all, folks and I’ll respond, I promise, bear with me) from a bunch of people and the scales are tipped overwhelmingly in favor of those looking to BE of help. This.is.freaking.amazing. I open my email every morning like a little girl tearing through packages under the Christmas tree.
People are writing in, telling their own stories and asking for ways to feel more connected, more useful, more hopeful, and it’s as if the veil is being lifted and I’m beginning to see how very much alike we all are, even in drastically different circumstances. People are offering encouragement, art, services, and yes, even money. And I’m super excited to get started matching-making. I’ve got Fiddler all cued up on the iPod, ready to get down to business….
But I can’t do it yet. I’m waiting for the tipping point. I want more people to be able to be involved, and I need more people willing to ask for help. Y’all, asking for help is NOT selfish. It turns out that being open to receive is a GIFT to those who are looking to give.
And guess what? You don’t have to ask for help for yourself. You can ask on behalf of someone else. In fact, most of the people who’ve written to me have done just that. But if you could use a little lift, I’d consider it a personal favor if you’d let me know. Just email me at jen(at)jenwallworkdominguez(dot)com. (substitute symbols from words in parentheses) Generosity is a cycle and it can’t be offered if it can’t be accepted.
I won’t pester you about this anymore, I promise. We’ll be back to stories about how I suck at parenting soon enough. It’s just Facebook hates me. My posts don’t even show up in my HUSBAND’S feed. (Wait… maybe there’s something I need to know…) So I NEED YOUR HELP. Share, Share, Share. Tag, Tag, Tag. Tweet, Tweet, Tweet. I want as many folks as possible to be able to participate. We got a lot of lonely hearts out there looking for their match.