Today I learned that I need to suffer in silence. Looking back this summer I’m dissapointed in the way I went about raising money for my tuition. Though the intent was pure I would of did it differently. Walking up to people’s homes, knocking on their doors, and asking for money is extremely obnoxious. It’s poor behavior. And I won’t ever act like that again. I think it’s very important to know when to reach out for help. I think it’s a sign of maturity when you accept that you can’t do it all alone. But with a lot of things it’s the way you do it that can have the most effect on the outcome. From the start I should of did what I’m doing now and write a well thought out letter. Explaining my situation. Explaining why I didn’t take school seriously the first couple tries and why I’m going to school now. Writing a letter and leaving it in their mailbox allows the potential donor to genuinely think it over whether or not they want to help out rather than having me pressuring them just with my presence. I was listening to a podcast about a guy talking about he difficult it was taking of his daughter when she was younger because she was born with serious health problems. Hearing him express such agony really effected me. It got me thinking what have I ever been through that is 1/4 as of serious as that? My life has its challenges but it’s still a remarkable dream when you think about. But having a sick kid is everybody’s worst nightmare. Hearing how much pain it caused that guy made me feel ashamed at how I was so open with my small suffering. Instead of taking it like a man I made it everybody’s business. Like I said it’s imperative to know when you need to ask for help. But their is a delicate balance in knowing when to just shut up and deal with it. Next time when I’m dealing with something and I truly need help I’ll ask in a discreate and concise manner not by obnoxiously presenting myself to strangers and bothering them with my problems.