I need help, please was a bit of expressive language that some good teacher or therapist helped our son with autism to use years ago.
For a person like our son, navigating an array of impairments like fine motor and personal care skills, the request is vital for opening a bottle of juice or getting to the bathroom on time. (Of course he also learned to use it to enlist mom and dad for remedial action; I need help, please could signal a wardrobe change or a bathroom cleanup.)
It’s a sweet phrase in our family life. It’s entered that volume of cute things the kids used to say, so my wife and I might raise our voice to a childlike tenor and say it if we can’t find some item around the house.
But it came to mind in a more serious context this week when I asked a clergy friend about his Easter service at a residential care facility.
He shrugged and said, Well, there aren’t that many there to attend because they don’t have enough staff to house the population they used to.
From here. They need help, too.
I need help, please.
People with special needs need family caregivers.
Family caregivers need professional allies in public and private agencies.
Public and private agencies need good human and financial resources to support individual and family needs.
The need for help is broad, but energy, money, time, staff, space, love and other resources can be in short supply; either hard to find or quickly exhausted and slow to replenish.
It’s a tough and perennial problem, even for the ultimate caregiver,
And Jesus said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.” (Luke 10:2)