Hey, Labor Day! Hey, Lake Eufaula! Oh hey, my Beetle is leaking gas... A fun weekend with Su's family was expected until my Beetle started spreading the smell of gasoline and dripping liquid. Su's dad called a mechanic for me to take a look at it before we departed home; Tommy was nice and soon found out the gas retrieve pipe was cracked; and I was scared and worried for the rest of the weekend (I would probably remain at my highest alert stage until the problem is fixed). There shouldn't be anything to be scared of: Tommy is going to charge me a low price for repair, and Su's parents are going to help me taking care of the other stuff.
I am thankful to have Su and her family around, but facing an unexpected problem isn't easy for the first time. My parents are freaking 8,000 miles away, and friends should never be expected to be reliable. It's not that no friend of mine is willing to help, but I just don't know who I should or can rely on. Some people are just nice, willing to help without asking for any compensation; some want something as return; some pretend concerned but always run away when things happen; some don't even care. Most of the time, I try my best to solve whatever problems by myself so that no one will turn me down. Su said I should just learn better finding the right friends. Yeah, maybe all I need to do is to increase my standard of friends in terms of capability and kindness, but I would probably become a somewhat user, or dependent, or spoiled, if I did. Plus, sometimes things are just so complicated that not anyone is able to help. Who knows.
This time I survived with the help of Su and her family. What about next time? And next next time? Am I going to have someone like Su and her family around to give me a hand? I really hope so.
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