As I turn the corner into another year, I am doing something I never do in honor of the New Year. I am making a resolution. It’s one I am suggesting might be of benefit to a lot of us.

I am going to be less independent and more willing to rely on the help of others. Maybe a lot of us have learned that because of the ravages of Hurricane Harvey.

A lot more of us are learning to be dependent because we are getting older.

Now, I am not talking to all you Streetcar Named Desire Stellas who have “always depended on the kindness of strangers.”

I am preaching to all you strong, independent, willful souls who go marching bravely along, undeterred by any slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

I am advocating a change of heart for all the strong independents who are beginning to slam into brick walls, trip over sidewalk curbs and have trouble climbing staircases.

We all need to start letting other people help us do things. We need the help, for one thing. And for the other thing, most of them really get a real kick out of helping. Maybe they even enjoy a bit of gleeful pleasure in our neediness. That’s OK. Who cares?

I came to this conclusion partially because of a holiday trip we took to spend part of the Christmas holidays with my son and daughter in La Grange.

That journey involved getting through Houston, to hitch up the Interstate 10, and eventually wend our way to state Highway 71.

It’s the getting through Houston that terrifies me, yet this time around, with my daughter-in-law, Lisa, expertly driving the car, with my son, Mike, manning one smartphone direction indicator and my grandson, Travis, watching carefully for directions on his smartphone, I had nothing to do but sit in the back seat with my mouth shut.

And, believe it or not, that worked fine. We got there and back with no help from me.

So, if you want to offer an arm to help me upstairs and over curbs, open car doors and hook up seat belts, have at it.

I am going to be the grateful recipient of all kinds of beneficence.

And even if you are young enough to be the one opening the doors and guiding folks up the stairs, put on the temporarily needy hat every once in a while and let somebody else be the strong one.

You might just lose a little false pride and gain a little becoming meekness.

And your benefactor will probably love it.

Have a Happy New Year.

Cathy Gillentine is a Daily News columnist. She may be reached at

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