Good Samaritans: Are You One of Them?
I’ve written about the “Parable of a Good Samaritan”, someone who helps a stranger along the way, on one of my hubs.
And I never expected to play the part of a “wounded man” on this Part 2 of my “Good Samaritan” story. I would have chosen the role of the Samaritan if I could.
Not all strangers have the courage to give a little sacrifice to others especially if they need it too. But if you see one stranger having on the same situation like yours, would you give a little helping hand? But what if the thing he needs is the one you also need?
I think some people would really give a little sacrifice and help to a complete stranger.
And I think I met not just one, but two at the same time.
Friday, July 13th.
It was already dark and I’m still waiting for a bus in front of our office. The heavy rain just makes it hard to make the busses stop and the traffic was at its worst. I forgot to bring my umbrella since that morning, the sun was shining brightly. I have two other companions, both girls with umbrellas, waiting for a bus ride too.
At last, when a bus came to a halt, I quickly ran from the shed and wait for it to stop completely. Then out of nowhere, one girl just suddenly jumped to make it. The other one pushed me away so she could get it too. I was stuck on the outside, no umbrella waiting for them to finish their steps.
Fortunately, there was still a little space at the corner where I could sit. I was cold and shivering, the bus aircon was also strong.
I know what you’re thinking, how could these two girls could be Good Samaritans when they pushed me away so that they could get in first? No, they’re not the one I’m talking about.
Okay, moving forward...
Before reaching home, I would take one more ride on the corner after getting off the bus at the intersection of the highway. So the rain was pouring heavily and I don’t have any choice but to let the rain fell on me and lined among the people waiting for a jeepney.
I was hoping that an older man beside me would share me his umbrella since it can cover almost three person. But when I’ve tried to ask him, he moved away. Then came a young man and gave me his umbrella. “Here, please take it.”
I said NO at first because I know he needs it too. But he insisted so I took it. That young man was always there, making money on the street. His job was to wave for the incoming jeepneys to stop signalling them that there were passengers waiting. In return, the driver will give them a small amount of money.
When a jeepney came, I gave him back his umbrella and gave him money in return (it was only a small amount, just to say thank you for his kindness, which he kindly declined but I said it's okay). It was only halfway of the ride when a jeepney came to stop. The driver said he wouldn’t go any further and this was his last stop. I was so disappointed that I have to walk 4 blocks until I reached the house.
One of the passengers, a young lady offered to share her umbrella to me and we walked together since she was going on the same direction as I am.
I thanked her and give her directions as to where she would go since she was not familiar with the place.
It was so nice to meet kind-hearted people along the way especially on times when you needed one. It makes you want to do good things to others too, pay it forward, one act of kindness at a time. Because you knew what it feels like to be the “wounded man”.
- Are You a Good Samaritan?
You have two hands: One to help yourself, the second to help others.
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