"Tell us about a time when you helped someone in need" is a topic I have pondered on for weeks. I realized that even after everything I've been through, it is hard to identify instances when I helped someone. I find that I am always being helped by others and I am always finding support from the amazing people around me. After thinking for a few weeks, I realized that support, love, help, and care are all a two-way street. Not every action always has to be reciprocated in the same way and to the same person, but everyone receives help and gives support in similar ways to what they received. In my mind, I see it as a color wheel. Although each color is widely different and is 100% unique to itself, they all look beautiful together and complement each other in different ways. Whether it is having the colors side by side, across from each other, or on opposite ends, all the colors can be appreciated for their distinctive attributes.
I lost a wonderful and very meaningful friend of mine last year. She was such a positive, funny, and incredibly joyous person to be around. She brought a vibrant color to my palette and gave the things around me meaning. She always motivated me to do better and improve in any way that I could. She would make funny jokes about my flaws and would remind me that the flaws are what give me a special charm no one else has. We would meet up to talk and sew and we would exchange our knowledge and experience with one another to try and be as supportive as we could be. There was a day like any other when we were planning to meet up and chat about crafting; sewing, and any ideas that had occurred to us. On this day, unfortunately, she had got into a car crash and had just enough energy to send me a text message letting me know. I ran to the ER to see her. I found her lying alone on the hospital bed with what seemed to be her eternal smile faded. I could see that she was in pain and sadness. The look of relief on her face when our eyes met was enough to ease me a bit inside. She told me it was nice to see a familiar face and that I was the only person she could contact as she didn't have any close family around her. She said I was her only close family. I helped her place her hearing aids in so she could hear the doctors and I assisted her in calling her daughter who lived out of state. I stayed by her side for as long as I was permitted and I am grateful I got to see her that day.
I got the news that the surgery was not successful and that she had passed away from blood clots a couple of weeks later. I spent days locked in my sewing room doing the most difficult projects I could find for I feared I didn't manage to make her proud when she was still with me. I am sad she is gone but grateful we had spent the time we did together. Now when I look back, I don't see how I helped her or all the ways she helped me. I see life, I see bonds, and I see how if we were to make helping others the norm, our lives could be filled with beautiful new shades, tones, and unique colors.