Asking for help

Ever since I was old enough to comprehend the concept of help, I have been practicing it without much thought, from doing my classmates homework for her at Standard One (although I probably didn’t know then that I wasn’t actually helping her!) to playing the piano for the handicapped children in Brickfields to simple day to day tasks, like if my Mom asked me to pick something up or if a friend wanted a favour. I’ve even gone as far as doing free design work for friends (taking hours and hours away from my family time without getting paid and incurring expenses instead!) and arranging meetings between parties resulting in multi-million dollar deals closed (without me getting a single cent because I’m dumb like that!). Well, that was then.

Whenever I was approached for help, it was simple. I’d just help. If I really couldn’t, then I’d just say so.

After entering the world wide web, I have received emails from strangers to not so strangers to regular readers, who have their questions on this, that and the other; and it has never crossed my mind to disregard any one of them. I’d help answer their questions to the best of my ability and if ever there was a question so personal, I’d still reply their email, perhaps not giving so much detail, or just making a joke out of it. Because really, you can still answer an email or answer a question without answering it, can you not? Well, I learnt that from our politicians……

Yet, I myself, hardly ever ask for help. I’m more the sort who will either accept your help or decline it. But I won’t ask for it. So if I were to actually ASK for help, it meant that a cloud of desperation was about to pour down. And to think that in the off chance that I do, I get rejected? Perhaps that is why I never like asking for help to start off with. I must remind myself that not everyone is selfless, not everyone is giving, and not everyone is generous. But why not? Wouldn’t the world be a much nicer place if everyone WAS so helpful???

I live in an idealistic world. A little bubble floating in space. Well, I can pray still that one day, people will see the better side of things and will help. I mean, it’s not like I’m asking for money, or a job, or someone to flog my kids off to. I’m just asking for a little help………

*tiny voice* help

One thing I am most grateful for is that you, my readers are loyal and keep coming back for more. So thank you. And I must also thank many of you, who are indeed VERY helpful.

Today, I’m just a teeny weeny little bit disappointed at one large person, who turns out to be not so large after all. But just for today. I’ll be over it tomorrow.

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Who is Mamapumpkin?
Mamapumpkin spent 7 years in London committing crimes to gain her Bartlett degree in Architecture. She then spent 7 years as a Stay At Home Mom raising her children as documented in this blog of over 15 years thereafter returning to the Corporate World stronger than ever as the Country Director of a British Multinational. She sets out to prove to all, that you can have anything and everything that you want; if you have that fire of desire burning within and the drive to work hard. Even better with much love.

Mamapumpkin has not only grown corporate businesses successfully in the past but has grown not one but TWO network marketing businesses in the notorious MLM (Multi-Level Marketing) industry, achieving success in under 2 years. She believes in the MLM business model but realises the DRASTIC PITFALLS and great stigma attached to it, understanding EXACTLY WHY the majority would shy away (or RUN for their lives) from ANY MLM business. But open your eyes and take time to understand it intellectually, remove your hang-ups, confirm your research, and you may just want to seize an opportunity. She did. And no, she never went about chasing people for sales. She had a sophisticated system work for her through technology and a smartphone.

She now impacts lives authentically with proven strategies amassed through the last decade of her own transformation offering online coaching programmes and always supports the underprivileged. She believes that we can all have a life of our own desires to enable real contribution into the world. But first, one needs to understand what this all means.

A beautiful life without limits.

If you wish to learn some tools to propel your life forward guaranteed, be brave enough to make contact as her life's purpose is to build people. She operates through a discovery call after which she will commit to helping you. Or not.

Most lose out on an opportunity because they are afraid they would be sold to, conned or whatever fear resides in their brain without even trying. And that's on them.

Mamapumpkin is a living testimony that women really can have a lot. Being financially and time free has enabled her to travel the world anytime, anywhere, doing anything, and she spends most of her days with her children, having fun, and supporting others wherever she can. Also having fun.
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9 thoughts on “Asking for help

  1. *handover calling card*

    yes, how can i help you? no charges applied. I will do my best to my ability.

    *whisper* i’m one of them who keeps coming back for your posts.

  2. first time visiting your blog, dear. And I love the way you write!! It was great meeting you over steamboat, and didn’t get a chance to talk much attending to those 2 imps by my side. HOpe we have another get together soon (maybe the durian spree) and get to talk more then !

  3. I will always return to read..from work 🙂
    so i sometimes get to read abt 10 of your posts at one go..

    Keep it up.. 🙂

  4. I have found a new friend here.. not because of what had transpired between u and i, but bec of the frankness and straightforwardness which i admire about u…
    thanks!

  5. hello, i remember u refused to smuggle durian into the hospital for me lorrrr…! 😛

    What help lah? She/he dun wan help.. I help! *beat chest*

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