Toni Stone Sept. 30, 2004
401 Buck Hollow Rd.
Fairfax, VT 05454
supportability
there was a time when i didn’t even know what being supportable was.
i thought it meant you were disabled or could not take care for yourself.
it seemed demeaning to me to let people help me.
it meant i was not capable.
i had no idea that i was so full of myself, that no one was able to contribute to me. i thought it meant i was superior, better than or
head-and-shoulders above all those around me, except that i noticed
i was always in bad shape with money. i was always broke.
i was always waiting for money, always worrying about where
it was going to come from next.
then i heard one of my teachers reveal what a horses ass he used to be, when no one else could tell him anything unless he thought of it first.
he said, “i wondered why people who were less savvy than me,
people who were a lot stupider than me, people who had way less charm and finesse than me, had so much more accomplishment, money and winning than i did.”
he figured out finally that he never let anyone help him, tell him anything or even really instruct him.
he always thought he already knew everything.
by the time i could figure out what he figured out, i was way past thirty and
i am learning more every day about how to let more help, and contribution in. to date, i have 47 committed partners, helpers and associates that i see every month, some of them every week:
9 coaches, 3 writing partners, 13 managers,
11 office and house staff, 3 quilt helpers, 8 prayer partners.
i am very grateful to be learning more and more
about supportability.
