helping the helpless

None of us ever want any help. Am I right?
In my experience, it is a difficult thing to ask for help, and help that is offered without asking is , well, asking to be drop-kicked into next week. I Am Doing Just Fine, Thanks. Thats all you need to know.
That being said, it is hard to be on the other side of the coin. To see someone that you know and like struggling with something, to worry for them and want to offer the advice you personally would never take.
Life is such a funny thing, isn't it?
I had a nice time yesterday, did a good three miles going around in circles in the upper reaches of the gym. It is fun to be there, sometimes. Looking down on the Lacrosse practice is very amusing (they do such weird things to get in shape for lacrosse: lots of shimmy-shimmy movements and grape-vine type things: all in unison, about 40 people all shimmy-shimmy grapevine! stop then shimmy-shimmy the other way. With sticks, and wearing helmets. It is like watching the cast of West Side Story getting ready to do battle with Braveheart or something. Awesome) while listening to Aimee Mann sing softly as I pound around in my little circle.