Yea, I got no problem apologizing or admitting when I’m wrong. I realized long ago, that I’m not always right and when you do wrong, you apologize. Asking for help, though. That sh*t is hard; especially when you’ve been propped up to be the golden one/child. It’s like you’re not supposed to need help. That’s why I’m appreciative for my parents, and the boys I call friends. They have helped when I needed, even though it can be hard to ask