The other night we were driving home. We pulled onto our street and almost hit a man lying face down in the street. He had no shirt on, his arms were by his sides and there was a pool of blood by his head. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. We pulled over and called 911. I thought for sure he was dead. I wanted to get out and see if he was still alive, but I was scared. Scared to touch him, scared that if someone had hurt him they were still around etc. So we sat in the car and waited. An ambulance arrived within minutes and because they didn’t spend ages at the scene Trevor’s dad assured us that he was pretty positive that the man wasn’t dead, just probably hurt (Trevor’s dad tom is a paramedic).

I felt horrible though. All I kept thinking was that I didn’t really do anything. I kept thinking about the parable of the good Samaritan and wondering, was I the Levite?

30 In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii[c] and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

36 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

37 The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”