I pondered one day, with a tilt of my head,
“What has most helped my growth?” I said.
I looked back through years—thirty or more—
And wondered what all this learning was for.
It wasn’t a trophy or title or praise,
Or clever routines I repeated for days.
It started when others would ask me for aid,
And I needed an answer I hadn’t yet made.
When writers would stumble with questions unsure,
I’d search for the truth till the answer was pure.
I learned as I searched. I grew. Yes, I even cried.
I was helped by having others walk by my side.
I watched others’ missteps and thought, “Oh, my dear,
That looks just like me when I’m not being clear.”
Their errors became a bright, helpful lens,
Revealing my own flaws, time and time again.
So maybe that saying of specks in the eye
Wasn’t merely scolding or saying, “Don’t try.”
Perhaps it was Jesus just nudging our sight:
“Help others, and you’ll see more that’s right.”
For vision grows sharper when love leads the way,
And growth often comes when we help and don’t stray.
So what do you think? Could it really be true?
That helping others is sure to help us too?
