Captain Helping here, here to lend a helping hand. If you need help I got it! Yes. A lot of people know me for my work helping out around various homes lately as well as locally. Pick up a copy of my manifesto at your local Waldenbooks if you’d like to know more, I can in many ways promise an helping and education.
my husband was helping me make dinner last night.I had a menu planned already, but he wanted to make some modifications…now you cant get your cake without helping, can you…so he decided to make the rasam himself…..so here was a reversal of roles….head chef started helping the sous chef….!!!
Manasi
Helping is my natural instinct but of late I’m starting to feel it’s a bit counter-evolutionary (cue whinge). My workload is growing because I’m constantly helping other people.
I saw the last of him yesterday. All that was left was his hands. Those loving, helping hands. He fell so quickly, the blades of the turbine chopped so cleanly – it all happened so fast. All that was left was his hands and a little bit of his left wrist.
Rose helped herself to yet another cookie off the plate. They were chocolate chip, her favorite. All the better to down her sorrows in. She was here to help her best friend Rachel out. She hated the bar scene, but Rachel needed a wingman, so that was where Rose came in. No sooner had they gotten there, than Rachel abandoned her for the dance floor.
i don’t understand…. helping… me, my mom, my siblings…. my brother, Jacob. poor people. animals. anything, really. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to be doing now… hm… helping = loving, i guess. honestly.
jb
helping was just about he only thing he ever did. first thing in the morning he’d wake at the cold stretch of dawn dragged his rebelling feet onto the tiles and then, without an
just think of us helping
ourselves to more bread and wine
till the night ends up with a sunrise
and you’re too tired to hold yourself up
tripping along the walls, I can’t carry you
with me, I can’t help you at all, with your superficial
need to beat all the traffic, the roaring chaos of the morning
after a wonderful night, where we helped ourselves, too many times
Walter watched her very closely as she was helping the little old man sort out his groceries. He could tell she was very compassionate to other people.
i have a helping hand. just one. the other is greedy. one the one hand, it’s nice to give, on the other hand it’s nice to keep. Keep giving me things and i’ll keep keeping them.
bettina
Her brother called her fat all the time, even though she was thin as a pencil core.
Watching her eat annoyed him to no end.
Always being penultimate, he had found a way to criticize her.
She ate because she had a deep passion for the art of cuisine,
and because the delicacies were just so exquisitely delicious.
Going for the golden fluffy cookies, she couldn’t keep herself from a second helping.
Taking a bite into the floury goodness, she relished the delicate layers of vanilla and the scowl on her brother’s face.
you help people or animals and have a good life parents can help so they can be healthy
iris
I guess this isn’t helping you : all the times I’ve walked by. With those posters, you’re making music, man. So I guess today I’ll sit down beside you, with a cardboard cutout of my own little piece of my heart in a poem. I love the faces of people passing by, they think, “what is she doing?” And in my heart I answer them, “Helping my brother.”
When I think of helping somebody think of my entore life. I dunno lol I think of my family and how I help people everyday in everything I do, I think of my friends and how they help people also. I think about how all my friends are crazy and need help!!!!!
aintyourconcern
“I’m helping you!” I screamed, then laughed instantly. “No you’re not! You’re just dragging me along the ground!” We both burst into laughter. I grabed her arm again and tugged. She lay limp, letting her body slide across the marble floor. The guards gave us a dirty look, but I was a CO, he couldn’t do anything. She finally got up, and we bolted down the hall, laughing like maniacs.
I’m really starting to hate helping people. It’s the whole point of my job…. but people are just SO ungrateful! It’s like they think they’re entitled to everything. I was raised to say please and thank you… But these people I deal with day in and day out don’t have any manners!
She really wasn’t. All he could do was just sit there, staring blankly at the screen – the whirring of the fan going round – not even this new found ‘brown noise’ could cancel that out, “To hell with it!”
Phaedrus
“Helping yourself to seconds, I see?”, His mom said, eyeing his plate suspiciously. It was the first time he’d taken seconds of a dish in months, and she knew that something had to be up. Could it just be that her cooking had gotten better and that she was being paranoid? Possibly, but doubtful. “Um… I’m.. just hungry” he stammered out, before rushing upstairs with the extra plate of food.
She was the one who was helping everyone else when her steps began to falter as she neared the edge and abruptly turned, then ran back and over flying, sailing down deeper into a dark place where no one could reach her and she never had to open her hands again.
Catastrophic-wrought Nana Jones and her beige barn owl unveil mysterious secrets in the attic on a windy sloppy weekend.
Name
the wind went swirling around her like she was inside a giant tornado.wind,ash,dirt,falling debris and sideways rain all seemed to be helping lose her balance.still,she held her ground
i like helping. helping hands. helping the poor. helping is like yelping, but more helpful and better than kelping. i went kelping once. once. it was a drag. i was caught up in the weeds.
raymond
Harry helped his mother carry the groceries inside. She was appreciative of his help. He felt so good about helping that he wanted to help more people. He helped an elderly woman cross the street and she appreciated that.
Kathryn
Helping others is an essential part of a fulfilling life. I guess, I help people sometimes. Oh my, this website is intimidating! Someone should HELP me with it. Hah!
Kathryn
here is a gift mom and dad yeah hmmm
cady
Lend a helping hand of hamburger helper. Oh my, what a nice little helper you are! You helped mommy take out the trash. Help! I need somebody. Help. Help. People like to help.
the girl at the end of the hall
Das Helfersyndrom. Früher hatte ich es auch. Heute immer noch, aber ich merke es nicht. Es ist versteckter. Ich sage: “Ach lass mal, ich mach das schon, ich hab eh noch Zeit und nichts anderes vor.” Alles, was ich geplant hatte, ist in diesem Moment vergessen, und ich wundere mich hinterher über mich selbst – wenn es zu spät ist.
I am only helping you because it makes me feel good, nothing more. Don’t think I am doing it from the bottom of my heart. Every act of helpfulness on my part is completely due to selfishness. It’s not about you. It’s about me.
a hand
a dirty, wrinkled hand reaching out
so that i can grab on
such a simple thing…
just a hand….
but i grab it, and i am pulled to safety
was it the hand that saved me?
or was it the kind, helping mind that decided to stretch theirs out to me?
to take care of others or to do something that will help another person. Helping is to do something without being asked for someone else’s benefit, not your own. I like helping because it makes me feel good about myself to know that I have helped another person to do something. I wish that more people liked helping me in the classroom.
She’s supposed to be helping me, over my shoulder looking down. Is this really helping? The blood runs through my fingers as the edges get fuzzy. Did I want this? Ask for this? Who decided death was the final answer to life?
blakkhawkk
Lend me your helping hand when I am trapped in the quicksand of my memories.
The ghosts of my past last forever, and the tremors of my heart will never start to cease until you are there to release me from myself.
Hold on to me.
Bring me clear of my darkness.
My little brother is great at helping. He is the taste tester to all my recipes and he always eats the food I don’t like. I can always blame him for something I did wrong.
Helping hands have lifted me out of my own pits of self pride many times. I can’t let others help me many times because of my own pride. Thank goodness that i have good friends.
Captain Helping here, here to lend a helping hand. If you need help I got it! Yes. A lot of people know me for my work helping out around various homes lately as well as locally. Pick up a copy of my manifesto at your local Waldenbooks if you’d like to know more, I can in many ways promise an helping and education.
my husband was helping me make dinner last night.I had a menu planned already, but he wanted to make some modifications…now you cant get your cake without helping, can you…so he decided to make the rasam himself…..so here was a reversal of roles….head chef started helping the sous chef….!!!
Helping is my natural instinct but of late I’m starting to feel it’s a bit counter-evolutionary (cue whinge). My workload is growing because I’m constantly helping other people.
Somebody help me, for I am lost.
I saw the last of him yesterday. All that was left was his hands. Those loving, helping hands. He fell so quickly, the blades of the turbine chopped so cleanly – it all happened so fast. All that was left was his hands and a little bit of his left wrist.
Rose helped herself to yet another cookie off the plate. They were chocolate chip, her favorite. All the better to down her sorrows in. She was here to help her best friend Rachel out. She hated the bar scene, but Rachel needed a wingman, so that was where Rose came in. No sooner had they gotten there, than Rachel abandoned her for the dance floor.
было
i don’t understand…. helping… me, my mom, my siblings…. my brother, Jacob. poor people. animals. anything, really. I don’t understand what I’m supposed to be doing now… hm… helping = loving, i guess. honestly.
helping was just about he only thing he ever did. first thing in the morning he’d wake at the cold stretch of dawn dragged his rebelling feet onto the tiles and then, without an
its not as simple sometimes as you think about it
just think of us helping
ourselves to more bread and wine
till the night ends up with a sunrise
and you’re too tired to hold yourself up
tripping along the walls, I can’t carry you
with me, I can’t help you at all, with your superficial
need to beat all the traffic, the roaring chaos of the morning
after a wonderful night, where we helped ourselves, too many times
Walter watched her very closely as she was helping the little old man sort out his groceries. He could tell she was very compassionate to other people.
i have a helping hand. just one. the other is greedy. one the one hand, it’s nice to give, on the other hand it’s nice to keep. Keep giving me things and i’ll keep keeping them.
Her brother called her fat all the time, even though she was thin as a pencil core.
Watching her eat annoyed him to no end.
Always being penultimate, he had found a way to criticize her.
She ate because she had a deep passion for the art of cuisine,
and because the delicacies were just so exquisitely delicious.
Going for the golden fluffy cookies, she couldn’t keep herself from a second helping.
Taking a bite into the floury goodness, she relished the delicate layers of vanilla and the scowl on her brother’s face.
borrow love
it’ll help
from time to time
you help people or animals and have a good life parents can help so they can be healthy
I guess this isn’t helping you : all the times I’ve walked by. With those posters, you’re making music, man. So I guess today I’ll sit down beside you, with a cardboard cutout of my own little piece of my heart in a poem. I love the faces of people passing by, they think, “what is she doing?” And in my heart I answer them, “Helping my brother.”
She nocked the arrow to her bow, aimed it at the monster, and let it fly.
(twang)
“Ow! Stop *helping* me!”
“Sorry…”
When I think of helping somebody think of my entore life. I dunno lol I think of my family and how I help people everyday in everything I do, I think of my friends and how they help people also. I think about how all my friends are crazy and need help!!!!!
“I’m helping you!” I screamed, then laughed instantly. “No you’re not! You’re just dragging me along the ground!” We both burst into laughter. I grabed her arm again and tugged. She lay limp, letting her body slide across the marble floor. The guards gave us a dirty look, but I was a CO, he couldn’t do anything. She finally got up, and we bolted down the hall, laughing like maniacs.
gggg
I’m really starting to hate helping people. It’s the whole point of my job…. but people are just SO ungrateful! It’s like they think they’re entitled to everything. I was raised to say please and thank you… But these people I deal with day in and day out don’t have any manners!
She really wasn’t. All he could do was just sit there, staring blankly at the screen – the whirring of the fan going round – not even this new found ‘brown noise’ could cancel that out, “To hell with it!”
“Helping yourself to seconds, I see?”, His mom said, eyeing his plate suspiciously. It was the first time he’d taken seconds of a dish in months, and she knew that something had to be up. Could it just be that her cooking had gotten better and that she was being paranoid? Possibly, but doubtful. “Um… I’m.. just hungry” he stammered out, before rushing upstairs with the extra plate of food.
She was the one who was helping everyone else when her steps began to falter as she neared the edge and abruptly turned, then ran back and over flying, sailing down deeper into a dark place where no one could reach her and she never had to open her hands again.
Catastrophic-wrought Nana Jones and her beige barn owl unveil mysterious secrets in the attic on a windy sloppy weekend.
the wind went swirling around her like she was inside a giant tornado.wind,ash,dirt,falling debris and sideways rain all seemed to be helping lose her balance.still,she held her ground
i like helping. helping hands. helping the poor. helping is like yelping, but more helpful and better than kelping. i went kelping once. once. it was a drag. i was caught up in the weeds.
Harry helped his mother carry the groceries inside. She was appreciative of his help. He felt so good about helping that he wanted to help more people. He helped an elderly woman cross the street and she appreciated that.
Helping others is an essential part of a fulfilling life. I guess, I help people sometimes. Oh my, this website is intimidating! Someone should HELP me with it. Hah!
here is a gift mom and dad yeah hmmm
Lend a helping hand of hamburger helper. Oh my, what a nice little helper you are! You helped mommy take out the trash. Help! I need somebody. Help. Help. People like to help.
Das Helfersyndrom. Früher hatte ich es auch. Heute immer noch, aber ich merke es nicht. Es ist versteckter. Ich sage: “Ach lass mal, ich mach das schon, ich hab eh noch Zeit und nichts anderes vor.” Alles, was ich geplant hatte, ist in diesem Moment vergessen, und ich wundere mich hinterher über mich selbst – wenn es zu spät ist.
I am only helping you because it makes me feel good, nothing more. Don’t think I am doing it from the bottom of my heart. Every act of helpfulness on my part is completely due to selfishness. It’s not about you. It’s about me.
a hand
a dirty, wrinkled hand reaching out
so that i can grab on
such a simple thing…
just a hand….
but i grab it, and i am pulled to safety
was it the hand that saved me?
or was it the kind, helping mind that decided to stretch theirs out to me?
to take care of others or to do something that will help another person. Helping is to do something without being asked for someone else’s benefit, not your own. I like helping because it makes me feel good about myself to know that I have helped another person to do something. I wish that more people liked helping me in the classroom.
She’s supposed to be helping me, over my shoulder looking down. Is this really helping? The blood runs through my fingers as the edges get fuzzy. Did I want this? Ask for this? Who decided death was the final answer to life?
Lend me your helping hand when I am trapped in the quicksand of my memories.
The ghosts of my past last forever, and the tremors of my heart will never start to cease until you are there to release me from myself.
Hold on to me.
Bring me clear of my darkness.
My little brother is great at helping. He is the taste tester to all my recipes and he always eats the food I don’t like. I can always blame him for something I did wrong.
Helping hands have lifted me out of my own pits of self pride many times. I can’t let others help me many times because of my own pride. Thank goodness that i have good friends.