“Nobody ever has any success in life without the help of a friend.”
That’s what a successful businessman told me back in 2008 when I was on the brink of launching a publishing business from the ground up. I’d gone to solicit his advice, and his money, by way of advertising in a new publication.
He agreed to invest several thousand dollars in our publication, not necessarily because it helped him so much, but because he cared enough to pay something forward.
I’ve never forgotten that day.
This is Dana. My wife and #1 helpmate. There’s not another person in the world who’s given me so much of themselves.
I receive between 150 and 200 emails on any given day. Like most, I’m selective in what I read versus what gets “xd out” at first glance.
Late yesterday an email to my personal account carried a tagline “I value your opinion,” and almost certain it was spam, it was a good candidate for a quick delete.
I reluctantly clicked it anyway.
Turns out the email was from a fellow blogger with whom I’d struck up a casual relationship a month ago. We’ll call him Tom.
Tom basically said he was looking for a writing mentor. Here’s an edited excerpt from his email:
“I’ve dabbled in writing for a long time. I’m at the point in my life that I’d like to get serious about it. I’ve been a “closet writer” for ages, not letting anyone see my work (including my wife) for fear of being judged, an inferiority complex and being laughed at.
I’m desperate at this point in my life to make something of myself. I would be indebted to you if you could look over my post and critique my writing. I understand your (sic) a busy person and have your own life to move forward with. And totally understand if your (sic) just to busy, or simply didn’t want to get involved.
I’ve looked at many other people and their writing on wordpress, but for some reason I keep gravitating back to your site for “pointers.” I’m sure some of it has to do with your journalism background being that I came from a newspaper background myself. I drove a newspaper truck for 22 years in Chicago. Not the same as a journalist by any stretch of the imagination. But a sense of connection just the same.
In short I’m looking for a mentor in writing and would be grateful if you would help me. I’m not sure yet how I can return the favor. I’m not very good at anything unless you needed driving directions in Chicago (I thought I needed to throw in some humor). All I ask is you think about it. And please don’t feel obligated or pressured to help. I’ll understand.
I’ve agonized for days about sending you this email. #1 I didn’t want to bother you. After all you don’t know me. #2 I’m not accustomed to asking anyone for help. It’s just something I don’t do.”
Tom’s right. I stay pretty busy. Overly busy. But I get what he’s saying.
This is my mom. Her love and suppor have been unconditional for 46 years.
- He’s apprehensive about writing what’s on his heart.
- Transparency is scary.
- He really wants to make something of himself.
- He hates to ask anyone for help.
- But help is precisely what he needs.
So Tom finds himself in a place to which I suspect we can all relate.
- Have you ever desperately needed to share your heart, but bottled it all up for fear of rejection?
- Have you found yourself in a moment when you searched your heart for your true life’s calling?
- Are you simply too prideful or fearful to ask a friend for help?
This is my very best friend in the world. He helps me by making life fun, being there at a moment’s notice and defining loyalty.
Interestingly, Tom’s communicated with me at the very time when I’ve determined to say “no” to more things than I normally do.
By nature, I’m an over-extender, spread thin, and in the midst of trying to simplify life.
But I get it Tom. Been there, done that. To you, I say “yes.”
I’ll do whatever I can to help Tom. Too many people have helped me by way of pure grace. It’s true – what my helper said back in 2008 – is still true today.
“You never have any success in life without the help of a friend.”
Do you relate to Tom’s sentiments? I’m guessing so.
About transparency, fear of judgment, making something of yourself and asking for help… what would you tell Tom?
Seriously, what would you say to him?
I’d like to know. I bet he would too.