Help is not a two-way-street. A place where all the rich folks meet, at the local Inn. To talk about those in need, or those about to totter. To give to a noble enemy a bit of coin, some bread, and some water. Or to help out some long-lost Kin. Help, like love is much more than just some acronym. Help like love can be lost and yet found again; Found in the gutter, by a lonesome and cold-shivering-bum, looking for a cigarette butt, or aluminum cans to turn in for food. but what does he spy?
An old silver-dollar worth twenty today. Not a lot for some, but;
“a life saver”!
The old-bum, might say. Or help can be a small tin-wheat-back-penny that a young coin collector envies. Till his Mother one day, on his pillow did lay, the very object of his desire.
Yet to her dismay she could honestly say, it never helped to extinguish his fire. Now some say "I do not get it, what does it mean"?
Just replace 'help' with 'happiness' and that will explain.
For my friends you see;
Help can be grand. Help can be small. But living as love lives Is the best help of all.