Helping is a good thing. I am not against helping. I like to help, and I certainly can use some help.
That being said, I found myself reflecting on helping recently. People help with different motivation. I am not talking about the obvious quid pro quo. There are some subtle motivations, that I don’t think we normally see. Like my dad is sick, and I see the family trying to help him for different reasons. Not like any of them are bad. In fact, all are based on overflowing love. But sometimes tied around childhood wants, adult needs, or fear of not knowing what’s next.
This doesn’t mean that the help is tainted, or even of any lesser value. It is just coming from different places. I just hadn’t thought of that before.