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In writing this blog you often ask your readers - both directly and indirectly - for help. When we offer what you request, it is received gratefully and graciously. I'm not doubting your response to the observation of your friend. I'm asking why you find it easier to accept help in this medium.



Asking for help, especially from friends and family, is often one of the hardest things to do. Asking for help from strangers is often easier...


I once worked at a lumber retailer, and had to have a co-worker remove a splinter with a jackknife which he carefully cleaned with alcohol first. I compared with my father, who removes splinters with a pin, but doesn't sterilize it.

(The comparison is the only reason I remember the splinter incident; it pales next to the time I shut my fingers in a chain-binder.)

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