It’s good to need help.

In need of a critique, I approached a colleague who teaches writing at a nearby college. I was wary, since fall term had just begun. She might be annoyed by friends needing favors during this busy time in the school year. There were endless fears about asking for help, each accompanied by the idea that somehow I should be able to do this on my own.

But, I screwed up my courage, attached the essay to an email and hit send.

Her critique arrived in my inbox within three days. Her comments were insightful, thorough and dead-on. I saw my work through new eyes. I was excited about making those last few edits. When I told her that her comments inspired me, she said she’d been happy to do it.

Happy to do it. The words, and their matter-of-fact tone, exploded my assumptions. No big deal to give a chunk of her time and expertise. This, then is generosity.

Gratitude for her kindness grew to include other writers who had critiqued my work, the neighbor who dragged my old carpet to the curb, and the driver who let me merge onto the highway this morning.

The appreciation unexpectedly led right back home, for I was fifty percent of the equation. I was the catalyst for all those actions, so the next time I ask for a favor, I'll push aside my guilt. Without someone in need, we can’t express generosity.