I guess I just love to help. Want to help even when it's the last thing in the world they need...
It's got me into so much extra trouble in the past, when an easy life was there to be had - just by saying no. And the fun it's brought me.
Like being the pilot of a Cadillac for an evening. After months of secret planning, a close friend needed dropping at his surprise birthday party. Take the keys on this frosty night and chauffeur? Hey, why not,hadn't anything else planned? Except maybe playing in the band that night as well...
Worth it. So very worth it. Blinding evening, bring on the dancing girls, bring on the cake...
Rushed by, never saw it happen. Spooky driving through sleepy villages, burbling all alone after dropping off the happy revellers by the dozen.
Had to say no recently though. It's hurt. So very much. Certainly the hardest word to say.
Except maybe the last goodbye. Now that's a pain I don't want again.
