Twenty-four hours is a long time. This time twenty-four hours ago I was in the depths of despair. I was truly unable to think for myself because of how upset I was. It was really bad and it made me really concerned for the future of myself and the future of our relationship. That’s probably more detail than I should have gone into but now that I’m feeling a little more clear in the mind, I think I can safely say that without giving too much away about myself and my personal situation.
Well, in the last twenty-four hours, disaster has struck. It began with my personal crisis. It continued when my car was obviously driving poorly and I realised I needed a tyre repair. In the Moorabbin area, it’s quite likely you’ll need a tyre repair at some point because the roads are so uneven. They’re really rough. They may as well be gravel roads (even though they’re quite clearly tar). Anyway, I’m gone off topic.
Once my car broke down, I thought life couldn’t get any worse. It brought me to my breaking point and I didn’t know how I was going to go on. It wasn’t until my best friend pulled up next to me that things started to change. She could see my location on a program and saw that I had been in the same spot on the road for an odd period of time. She so selflessly drove to me, on the off chance that something was wrong. I’m so lucky to have her as my friend.
She pulled up next to me, put her hazards on, got out of her car and sat in my passenger seat. She then helped me get in contact with a local mechanic who services Moorabbin so that I wouldn’t need to tackle it myself. She is a great friend and without her, I would have been absolutely lost. Thank goodness for true friends.