My neighbor had called to check on me and I explained that I had a stair ban so would be upstairs for a week. She rallied other neighborhood friends and told my husband to leave the door unlocked when he left for work. One walked in, sat the picnic basket beside the Bed and said “feel better” and left. Every day for five days one of them delivered (I did make husband wash up contents and walk the basket next door each evening.)

Left to my own instincts I would have difficulty accepting the help. But I’m southern to the core and the intrinsic mandate of being gracious won out, less generations of my female ancestors haunt me 🙂