Good morning/afternoon, Ray (@ray666)!
Oh, golly, I can identify with that embarrassment. Once several years ago - probably 12 or so - I lost my balance exiting a Barnes & Noble at the day after Christmas sale. Complications of a thick winter coat and bag of goodies in hand and somehow I ended up on the pavement. I no sooner hit the cement than I was picked up by a couple on their way in. Both just lifted me under my arms as if I were a toddler - so quickly and efficiently, I had no time to ask for help. They took no time to ask if I wanted it!
Nowadays my mindset is to try to do everything by myself if possible because I live by myself and there's no one here to lend a hand. But boy, do I ever talk with God about helping me to not fall in the first place.
I find that people are totally ready and willing to help when they see my cane! It has become an appendage - a part of my persona - since my fall and surgeries. I should find a name for it. Suggestions, anyone?

Have a great day and week, Ray!
Blessings to you! ~ Barb