Raina’s Blog: What It Means to Care

It’s hard to ask for help. I think most people would rather help someone than be helped. In my case, that’s true. And the same goes for my mother, who broke her leg three weeks ago doing what she loves most: roller derby, surprisingly (though it’s no surprise that a leg was broken with a pair of rollerskates on.) I need two hands to count the number of people who have helped my mom during this tough time, along with my two young brothers. They’ve all made a huge difference to my mom and I, but two stick out especially.

Both of these people saw from a Facebook post of mine from last week that my mom was at risk of her broken leg not healing correctly (she’s doing better), and she was lonely. The main points I tried to drive home were my mom could be doing better at the time, and she would love some company. I didn’t expect anything from it.

One person, who is a dear friend to me, bought my mom three big bags of groceries, filled with easy-to-make foods and things my brothers could eat. My friend and I loaded them into my car, and then my boyfriend and I delivered it to her, and she nearly broke down. It’s tough to understand how much you use your legs before you lose them. You could see the weight of trying to plan a grocery trip lifted right up. And not to mention, the food was exactly what my family likes to eat. My friend said that after having a similar injury, they could relate to my mom without having met her and wanted to pay some kindness forward.

The second person who helped is someone I have met only once: a Magic listener. We met during a heartfelt contest delivery earlier this year, and I felt an instant friendship. This listener sent a card to me at work and a handwritten note inside, filled with unused gift cards for my mom. I told my mom about it over the phone, and I am sure I heard a few sniffles. With gift cards, my mom can shop at home for things the family needs and have them delivered. This person has also never met my mom, but in seeing me reach out, she felt compelled to do something.

I live 45 minutes away from my mother, who is having a pretty tough time taking care of two young boys. These two people helped my family in a time of need, one of the most difficult times for us.

We don’t like asking for help. No one wants to feel helpless. But times like these really show what it means to care for someone, even if you don’t know them.

And as the card says: “Sometimes life is just a bowl of cherries … and sometimes it’s just the pits.”

Thanks to the kindness of others, we will get through it.