I used to lift weights when I was a young man. I was young so it had to heavier than I was able to lift by myself. I would wrap my wrists, and chalk my hands, and my friends would encourage me by yelling in my face to get me pumped to meet the challenge.
I would lay down on the bench and grip the bar.
They would help me get it off the rack and I would lock my elbows.
And then I would push it off my chest.
Then…I got stuck.
If I didn’t have a spotter (someone to help me) I would have been trouble. Couldn’t go up. Couldn’t let it just lie on my chest. That would have been embarrassing.
Sometimes we have to admit when we need help to get us unstuck.
When I experienced a hearing loss. I got stuck. I didn’t want help, but I couldn’t hear. I didn’t want to be tied to things sticking out of my ears. It would be restricting my style. (head shake)
Like lifting heavy weights, sure maybe I could have pushed it up by myself. It would not have been pretty, and I could have been hurt. Out of pride I could have seen it as restrictive, but asking for help got the weight off my chest. It was nice to know there was someone there to help with the heavy lifting.
Sure I can’t hear and maybe could have coped. But, it wouldn’t have been pretty, and it is nice to know there is someone there that just wants me to have better days. That doesn’t hurt a bit and lift a very restrictive weight.