Outside a hardware store, a man was trying to load a long piece of lumber into the back of his small sedan. It was obviously too long. Comically too long. Every time he tried to angle it, the board swung out and tapped the pavement like it was impatient with him.
After the third attempt, he stepped back, hands on hips, and said to the board:
“You’re not helping.”
A woman walking by laughed.
The board, of course, did nothing.
But the man nodded at it like he’d made his point.
Eventually another shopper came over, wordlessly lifted the opposite end, and together they slid it in at the perfect angle. The man exhaled like he’d been carrying more than wood.
It made me think about how often we wrestle with something alone, convinced it’s a solo problem... until the world quietly reminds us that some things only move when another pair of hands appears.
Some burdens aren’t heavy.
They’re just awkward to carry alone.