I have a task at work I have been struggling with. For months. I have been confused about what to do.
Thinking the person I am helping is not smart, deliberately making bad choices and not facing reality. That’s what I’m thinking.
Suddenly, this morning, it dawns on me. Blinding flash.
No. It’s not him. It’s me that is making the job hard. He knows there is a problem. (I have been struggling with explaining to him that there is a problem that needs to be fixed.)
What he is searching for, and asking me for, is whether there is a softer, easier way to solve the problem.
It is my job to tell him the truth. No. It’s time to face the obstacle head-on.
My part of the problem is that I forgot this. He said it to me. He asked about a workaround. Or actually I did hear it, because I remember the conversation now. But I didn’t take it to heart.
Help people the way they want to be helped.
He wants an easier softer way.
But I don’t think he wants that, really. He doesn’t really want the easier softer way. He doesn’t expect magic, though. That’s my guess. He wants the truth.
And probably he would appreciate kind assistance along a difficult path.