Moving day is tough, wherever you may live.
Three of our friends, Bob, Ester, and Isaac, moved from out in the "country" to a location near our apartment. We volunteered to help.
I have discovered something over the years. When you are the "helper" it's just fun. There's no pressure on you, it's on the person moving. There is no stress, no worries. You are free to work, sweat, carry, drag, groan, and enjoy helping.
I think G^d gave us an inborn pleasure in helping others. We can stifle it, or maybe kill it, but it was there.
In truth, this moving thing was a lot of work, but one of the best things we have done here in Gabs.
To be able to truly help someone, to render a genuine, undeniable service, is a great pleasure.
Some folks don't want help, or can't graciously accept it. They don't realize that they are denying pleasure to others.
Sometimes I am one of those people turning down help. L^rd help me remember this move, and the pleasures of it.