Helping people is a responsibility of every citizen, I believe. And I used to help everyone I could. I enjoyed the feeling I got when I reversed a strangers awful day and turned it into something good. I've learned better since then. Dont get me wrong; I still agree with and practice the concept, but Im much more adept at it now that I have gained experience. Even though I was the rescuer, it seemed like I always had to pay a personal price for being kind to people. After suffering much heartache, embarrassing episodes, and personal loss, Ive learned that giving help to my fellow human beings can be a risky endeavor if not approached correctly.
Long ago, when I was still green behind the ears, I enjoyed spending most of my evenings out on the town. I was eighteen, naive, and ready to take on the world. One night after spending my usual hour bathing, I was eager to go bar hopping.
As was customary for me, I slipped behind the wheel, dressed to kill, and sped down a long, back country road. Suddenly, rounding a sharp curve, I came upon an old, economy sized vehicle, pulled off onto the grass. There were no shoulders on the side of the road this far out. A well dressed, shapely woman stood nearby. She appeared dumbfounded and bewildered, staring at her vehicle. I instantly felt sorry for her; stranded and helpless, miles from any service station. I was confident that I could fix her problem, save the lady in distress, and spend my evening feeling good about helping someone out. I also hoped that I might impress her. I pulled up in front of her vehicle and hopped out, ready to assist, and conquer any challenge.
She appeared to be a couple years older than myself and was dressed professionally. She was tall and slender with long, straight red hair; what I call, eye candy. She covered her hourglass body with a sheer white blouse, tight blue skirt, and matching high heels. Although her beauty made me nervous, I introduced myself and asked her if she needed any help. She returned my smile and pleaded, Yes, please. My father told me that my car has vapor lock. I replied, ignorantly, I dont have the slightest idea what that is, or what to do about it. She said, Its really simple. We just need to get the gas up into the carburetor and it will start flowing again. All you have to do is seal your mouth around the gas tank and blow as hard as you can. Its the only way to get the engine primed.I stared at her in...