Some years ago, I found myself with a dead battery in the office parking lot. One of my coworkers tried a jumpstart. His puny little four-banger couldn't do anything more than produce a sad little click on my very large heavy-duty V8, so he took me down the street to the nearest store and I bought a new battery.
Now, it's important to put yourself in the shoes of an average city-dweller with no particular mechanical or automotive interest to understand what happened next. He'd always lived in town. He'd had a cell phone for years. He'd always had AAA. If you look at a modern engine and then at all the fasteners involved in changing the battery from the perspective of a totally non-mechanical, non-electrical, non-handy type, you can see how it might be a little intimidating.
After he saw me replace a battery in the dark in only a few minutes without even getting my office clothes dirty, he realized that it was actually pretty easy, just a step-by-step process you had to understand and a couple of tools. It inspired him to do a little learning, even though he always had help close at hand, simply because he saw value in being just a little more self-sufficient.
But that didn't make him reckless. The next time he had a problem that, at a glance, seemed like it should be easy, he sat down to do his own research. He saw that it was clearly more than he could handle, so he had a shop do it.
That's the best possible outcome. He will never do much of his own work, nor should he because that's not his background or his interest. It really isn't mine either, and he knew that, so seeing me just casually do something that had always looked like black magic flipped a switch in his head. It gave him the power to make his own decision, and he had the wisdom to know his own limitations.