There was a time when I never called on anyone for help, even at the most desperate moment. I always believed strength was something I had to build within myself. Besides that, I did not want to expose my weaknesses to anyone.

I carried loads of debris, nicely zip locked and systematically filed into my haversack. Although it weighed me down, I had this false feeling of having full control of my life and a proportionate strength to endure and overcome.

It took some tough lessons to understand that sometimes the greatest of strength is not only found within but in people who care for you; people who grab you by your collar and rip the haversack off your shoulders. Strength - it is not just about giving a helping hand, but to seek one when you must.