The battery in my car has been dead for about a week now. I would have fixed it myself had I known how. Then I thought, “Why don’t I know how to fix this? I should know how to. There won’t always be someone here to help me.” So today I went out and purchased a battery charger (with my own money). Now I just have to figure out how to set it up without getting electrocuted.
I also had this chit-chat with my mom last night about how I call her just to visit, but my sister only calls when she needs something. She said, “You don’t care about the best things in life, or having expensive wine. You value people more than money. You call for advice, not help. I just want you to know that I’m proud of you.”
The thing that stood out most was, “You call for advice, not help.” I would rather someone tell me the best thing to do, and then I go and take action. I don’t want someone else to live my life for me. I hate feeling helpless.
