By: Deanna Linder A few weeks back I had quite an eye opening experience. I was at Danya’s house one afternoon when her husband was out of town. It was just about bath time and I requested to help her with the typical house chores while she bathed the boys. Let me fold laundry, do dishes, tidy up, I said. She hesitated and then finally gave me a job to do. She hands me sheets and asks me to change one of her kid’s beds.  Perfect. Just after getting the first corner tucked in, I feel a pull at the other side. There she (Danya) was, helping me, helping her. It was a weird moment; I actually saw myself in her. All of the times my family/friends have tried to help me with something, and me, being the control freak I am, didn’t let them do it all the way. How many times (not many) have I asked friends to bring something to a party I throw, and when I do, I change the serving plate or add seasoning. Besides our names starting with D and being control-challenged, we have a whole lot in... 
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