I get ready to set it in place, but it slips slightly. I don’t drop it, but I don’t have the best grip on it and the other items on the shelf have now shifted. I try again, unsuccessful. At this point, it is getting heavier. My friend stops talking and asks, “Are you ok?” I then hear her say, “Keep breathing.” I don’t realize I am holding my breath, hoping one more push will put the bounce house on the shelf.
Gratefully my friend doesn’t waste any time, comes up the ladder, and we make that last push together. With her help, we get the bounce house onto the shelf, even though the bounce house has somehow grown in the last few minutes.
So why did I feel it necessary to do this task on my own? Was it to come to the aid of my friend who had just lost her husband to cancer? Was it to prove I was strong enough? Perhaps both. I was there wanting and willing to help ease her burden. Instead, I almost dropped it potentially breaking something or hurting someone.