Learning to Trust
My junior year at Calvin, I moved into Eastown with a group of girls. As the year went by, the difficulties of paying rent, buying groceries, and putting gas in my 1994 Buick Century were adding up quickly. The money I made at work was barely enough to get by each month provided no extra costs came up. In January, I took my car to get an oil change only to find out that there were $400 worth of "serious" issues with my car. At this point, I had no money left in my bank account. As some of you may know I tend to think I am an independent person and I could not ask my parents for money to fix my car. So, instead I let it build up until I cracked. A friend and I were catching up over lunch and when he asks the question "how are you doing?" it really means "how are you really doing deep down inside?" I proceeded to give a long speech about how my car was now working and I had no money to fix it. He sat patiently and listened as I cried and cried, o