It puzzles me why givers have trouble being receivers. It bothers me that servants struggle with letting others serve them. Unfortunately, I am guilty of the same problem. My pride, independence, and self-sufficiency get in the way of me being on the receiving end.
As I contemplated traveling to Russia, I wondered how I would navigate the airports. I had been going to the mall and to the church gymnasium to walk several times a week in order to build up my stamina and endurance. Walking an airport terminal would be a tiring challenge, but I figured I could do it. A friend suggested I request a wheelchair service. I listened and made the arrangements.
After I said goodbye to Carol at Boston Logan Airport, the wheelchair attendant whisked me through security and all the way up and down the terminal to the departure gate. It was the best $5 tip I ever spent. As boarding began, a ticket agent wheeled me to the door of the airplane and I was the first one on board.
When I landed in Amsterdam, there was no one to meet me, so I walked all the way from the arrival gate to the front door. A long, slow, walk. When I approached passport control, an attendant said she didn’t want me standing in a long line, so she took me to the front to the next available agent.
When John, Naomi, and I checked in for the next flight to Moscow, John told the agent I had requested wheelchair service. A chair was produced and John wheeled me through security to the departure lounge and eventually to the departure gate.
When we landed in Moscow, I walked off the plane past a wheelchair sitting in the jet way. I assumed it was someone “who needed it.” Naomi mentioned it was available, and I responded, “I’ll be fine.” John countered, “Pride.” Shortly after his incisive comment, an attendant came up with a wheelchair and said, “Mr. Wheeler? I was waiting for you.” I apologized and allowed him to take me through passport control to baggage claim and then to an airport restaurant where we had dinner.
Accepting help chafed against my independent, self-sufficient nature. My pride would have worn me out physically and robbed others of the joy of serving.