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puzzledtoo
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So. This evening I was driving home. It was dark and there was quite a bit of traffic on this route as usual. As usual most folks were going at least a little faster than the posted speed limit.
I spotted a person(one)pushing a car on the shoulder of the road(very wide shoulder) with the car’s hazard lights flashing. I thought briefly “I should help”. I Kept driving. I thought “What can I do? How can I help?” I thought to myself “Blessings” to this person pushing the car and whoever might be steering it.
I immediately recalled the parable of the good Samaritan. Then I thought of getting home to the warm house, my wife, and having an evening snack. As I recalled the good Samaritan parable I felt a slight tightening in the chest and butterflies in the stomach. I kept driving hoping all worked out well for them. I wish I had stopped to offer help but I didn’t.
I acted just like the priest and the levite in the parable. I passed on by. I do good things all the time. I help people all the time. Some I know some I don’t. This evening I failed miserably. The thought that comes to mind is “That which you did to the least of my brethren…”
When I do good for others it feels good. But all the good I’ve felt all the times I’ve helped others seems pale compared to this feeling I have right now for not stopping and helping.
In a few days or weeks this feeling of guilt will fade. I hope that it doesn’t fade so much that the next time I have an opportunity to help in a situation which is out of my comfort zone I won’t accept the challenge.
I spotted a person(one)pushing a car on the shoulder of the road(very wide shoulder) with the car’s hazard lights flashing. I thought briefly “I should help”. I Kept driving. I thought “What can I do? How can I help?” I thought to myself “Blessings” to this person pushing the car and whoever might be steering it.
I immediately recalled the parable of the good Samaritan. Then I thought of getting home to the warm house, my wife, and having an evening snack. As I recalled the good Samaritan parable I felt a slight tightening in the chest and butterflies in the stomach. I kept driving hoping all worked out well for them. I wish I had stopped to offer help but I didn’t.
I acted just like the priest and the levite in the parable. I passed on by. I do good things all the time. I help people all the time. Some I know some I don’t. This evening I failed miserably. The thought that comes to mind is “That which you did to the least of my brethren…”
When I do good for others it feels good. But all the good I’ve felt all the times I’ve helped others seems pale compared to this feeling I have right now for not stopping and helping.
In a few days or weeks this feeling of guilt will fade. I hope that it doesn’t fade so much that the next time I have an opportunity to help in a situation which is out of my comfort zone I won’t accept the challenge.