One of my most favorite stories in the Bible is that of the Good Samaritan. I've probably read that scripture no less than a hundred times - and always seemed to have come away with something extra each time. The story goes, and I'll paraphrase - there was a man who as he journeyed fell among thieves who robbed and stripped him of his clothes; and left him for dead. As he lay dying, on two separate occasions two different people came upon the man, and passed by him without offering any assistance. But then by chance there came upon the man a Samaritan, who when he saw him (he who had been robbed) he had compassion for him - and picked him up and carried him into the nearest village; and cared for him and helped nurse him back to health.
I've often contemplated this parable Jesus told his disciples when challenged by one of them about "who is my neighbor?"
I've often wondered "what was going through the mind of the man who had been injured and left for dead?" What was going through the minds of the first two people who passed that man in distress as he lay helpless? And what was going through the mind of the Samaritan as he came upon the man holding on to dear life? For me, I gotta believe that the Samaritan had to have said to himself "what if that were me, what would I want someone to do? I'd want someone - anyone to help me".
All of my adult life I've strove to be the Good Samaritan; the one who would say "if it were me, I'd want someone to help..." I've done this not for credit or any recognition but as a matter of what I believe is the right thing to do. However, as I've journeyed through my life, one day I was stripped of hope and left for what seemed like certain death with the prognosis of End Stage Renal Failure. I didn't understand a lot of things - one of which was why would God allow this to happen to me. God is still working with me on that last thought, but one thing I was determined to do was to bare my cross with courage and dignity; and with the best possible attitude I could maintain - if not for my sake, but for my families' sake. I believed that this was for a greater yet to be revealed purpose - and I soon came to a sobering realization. While I have always found joy in helping others, and had no problem about asking others to support certain causes; I now had to humble myself and ask for help for myself. I had become the man who was clinging on to dear life hoping that someone as they passed along would help me. Today, I humbly ask for your help. That's as basic and as simple as I can put it. And just like the Samaritan, I would encourage you to ask yourself "what if that were me?- What would I want someone else to do?"
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