people need blessings

You know what? People need blessings. I should let them help me more.
I tend to balk at recieving a lot of special treatment or anything. I like attention just as much as the next person, but I don't like lots of it. (It makes me uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed. I'm kind of glad that I feel this way, because I think it's much better than craving attention and having a large ego. I guess it reassures me about my character or something.) For the most part, I don't like having people worry a lot about me. Mostly family, I suppose. I'm not private with my life, but I don't like to make a big deal out of things.
I need help, and am very grateful for the help that people have offered me. I do, however, decline most offers of aid. Perhaps it's because I like to be independent, or maybe just that I have a hard time accepting help? I don't know. It doesn't matter so much why, I guess. I'm starting to think, however, that it might be better if I took people up on their offers more often. Not just for my sake, but for theirs. People need blessings, and it's a well-known fact that service results in wonderful blessings for every party involved. If I don't allow people to help me, it's possible that I am depriving them of blessings.
I can serve by accepting service?
It's food for thought.