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 As a husband I find it difficult to maintain my cool with my wife when I'm moving. It's stressful, and it's expensive. Every time we move I think, "We have way too much stuff. Ugh." Luckily for me, my wife, and our marriage, I have learned the fine art of asking for help. No Man is an Island It is the stereotypical male that stands around silently suffering doing things he doesn't want to do, which are necessary, without asking for help. Old schools of thought imply that asking for help is weakness, less than manly. Guys, that's just not true. Wives are amazing . Especially my wife. She has got all the goods when it comes to intellect. When we decided to move, she swung into action, planning how we would pack, and she did all the packing herself while I was at work during the day. There was some limited help from me with the heavy lifting, but for the most part, it was all her. Seriously? Wow. She deserves that Cheesecake Factory Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake that I bought for her last night. Her only rule was that if she asked me to help with something during the packing process, I had to just say, "That's a genius idea honey. Of course we'll do it your way!" I then added a big cheesy smile like Dick Van Dyke. The Law of Reciprocity One of the funny things about the not asking for help thought process is that many of those men who won't ask for help are more than willing to sacrifice to help others, but they refuse to ask for themselves. If you are willing to help other people, you should receive help in return. That's how the universe operates. Luckily for me, I've always been the kind of guy that's willing to show up for others when they need help moving. I can't even count the number of times that I've helped friends move. I've moved a lot of pianos, washing machines, chunks of solid iron...and I'm not a very big guy, people! My friends are there to help me out. I have to be one of the luckiest guys in the world. When Lissie and I decided that we were moving, we mentioned it to a few friends, and now we have 4 - 6 strong guys coming over Saturday to help us move our stuff. My wife has girlfriends willing to help her come and clean up. How great is that? We even have a friend who just moved into town, literally days ago, who is willing to come and help us. God is good, and he blesses me. Prayer is a mighty form of asking for help. Plus, how can you feel less manly asking God? You already know he's bigger, faster, stronger, and smarter than you. There's no shame in asking someone like that! Of course, it helps that our church has Articles of Faith that deal with this situation. You Mormons out there know about the Fourteenth Article of Faith which states, "We believe in helping people move. Any size of house, any size of moving van. Yea, verily, and verily thus if there is a person within the sound of our voice who hasn't yet moved, we will help them move and the Relief Society shall then bake them funeral potatoes." If you're not Mormon and you get that joke, well, then you must live in Utah. Working at being an island is hard work . An acquaintance of mine knew that he and his wife were moving last week. He knew weeks in advance. On the day of the move, it was over 100 degrees. He didn't ask anyone for help. He didn't reschedule the move for a weekend so that the heat would be less or so that a few people could help. He and his wife moved everything on their own. I remember how cranky doing that made me. I can't imagine what it was like in that kind of heat. In all seriousness, fellas, it's okay to ask for help. If my friends weren't helping us, I'd be a angry, stormy mess and this whole moving into a new apartment experience would be much less pleasant. |
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Posted by Cory Huff