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The Art of Asking for Help

My mom used to shake me awake in the morning, cook me breakfast, and send me off to school with a packed lunch. She made sure I took all my pills, ate vegetables, and had consistent physical therapy. My dad and some teachers acted as my arms and legs to help me get to places I could not have on my own. All I had to worry about was doing well in school, hanging out with friends, and playing video games.

When I started school at the University of Southern California (USC) and lived on campus, my mom was no longer there to predict my every need. The only way my new living arrangements have worked has been through my ability to gauge needs and ask for help when appropriate. 


The Art Of Asking For Help