Give Me Your Hand

Josh Briscoe

There have been a lot of times in my life when I wish someone would have come to me for help. Or to anyone, really. But they didn't want to. Or thought they didn't need to -- I'm not really sure about the grounds on which they founded their self-imposed isolation.

I felt so powerless as I watched them change, melt away, and then they were gone.

It'd be nice to relate these experiences to some sort of metaphorical event where both of you are climbing Mount Everest. Your friend falls. You grab him by the hood of his jacket and pull him to safety. You drink something hot later that evening and laugh about this and that.

But no... those in need must reach out to you. In life, we have nothing that other people can grab to help us up except our own hands.

Blogged in August

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