Why I Don 't Do You Need Help?

“In my younger and more vulnerable, years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

“What’s wrong Fletcher?” I looked up at him and told him the truth. Dad looked at me for a second, thought showing in his eyes

“Thank you so much for the help.” Sebastian said “I’m glad I came to you.”

“So do you guys need help?” You placed your hand on Aiden's, rubbing it lightly

“That still doesn't explain why dad. Why in the world are you telling me this when you know I’m not going to be able to think about anything else but this!”

“Oh of course! I must have gone off the track, but just seeing you is so good!” Ms. Robertson said blushing a little. “How could I help you?”

During the check-in, Molly had shared how she felt like she didn’t get to hear from everybody since the room shifted to a different conversation last week and Molly mentioned how I had messaged her through Facebook about the insights I received from her story. I got to share in depth with the group how I felt and it was good to release what I was holding for the past 2 weeks.

“Then came the night that my dad called me downstairs...said my mom and him wanted to talk with me about something.”

My dad looked at my mom first then to me. Suddenly, he started to shout, “I could care less about what everyone else thought in there. What I’m angry about is how you mother didn’t take my side!”

My father says “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier and It’s been a long day of celebrations and it is not easy see you become a man.”

“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

One day I asked my dad to go canoeing. I had never gone canoeing before but I was trying new things and canoeing sounded intriguing. My dad told me he hadn’t been canoeing for over 47 years. I asked him why and he suddenly got quiet like he was trying to think of something to say. Eventually he just said he didn’t like it anymore. I thought that was the end of the story because we never did go canoeing that day. A few days later my dad came up to me and said there was something he wanted to tell me. He seemed off edge and had been acting unusual the last couple of days. Eventually, he spoke up and said that he would go canoeing with me. Once we got in the water with the canoe, me sitting in front and my dad steering in the back, he started to tell me a story. He felt bad for not taking me sooner but he felt that I wasn’t ready to hear what he was about to tell me. It was a story he had never told anyone before, and it was quite intriguing. He started off saying that he forgot the ending but he knew how it at least started so he decided to tell me that at least. It went a little bit like this:

A few days ago I called my dad and told him I needed to speak with him and I could tell he was a little apprehensive about the approaching conversation. He told me he would call me on

He gave her a sympathetic smile. “If ‘e cried for you and needed you, your mother or the ladies would bring ‘im right away. Don’t you

“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.