I suppose I should be appreciative of every offer of help even when I don't think I need it, but... today the grocery sacker asked if I needed help getting my bags to the car. I politely refused, but when I was telling this to the other women at bunko this afternoon, they all said that had never happened to them. Can you believe it? What is it about me that indicates I cannot fend for myself when I know I'm perfectly capable?

I'm now understanding how Dad felt when we offered to help him do something, or when I kept offering Mary Ellen my arm when we went out to lunch. She took it, but apologized every time and said it embarrassed her. And Mom accepted my help, but also was obviously ashamed that she needed it. I really am starting to get it and I cannot see a solution since I already see myself starting down that path. How does anyone, regardless of age, graciously accept assistance when they don't think they need it? Ideas? Class, anyone?