Letter of the Week
My own Samaritans
On the last lap of my walk home from church on Sunday lunchtime, I had a bad fall over a large stone dislodged from the wall, and lying across the pavement. It sent me sprawling across the pavement unable to get up. Across the road was a young man, getting out of a car and he immediately came across to help. He called his mother to assist in getting me onto my feet again. Then he put the stone back on the wall that it had obviously come from. They took me into their home, his mother treated the badly cut knee, and calmed me with a cup of warm, sweet tea. After resting a while, I made to go home but her son said “I’d better take you along in my car and see you safely indoors,” which he did. Next day I called the district nurse who told me to rest with my leg raised, because my system had had a bad shock! Today as I rest, the thought occurred to me that this story is very similar to the story Jesus told of the Good Samaritan, which is just as relevant in modern day Brighouse.