Last Sunday after church and lunch at a Mexican restaurant, I drove past a broken-down car with the owner, a young woman, sitting on the ground with a grubby child by a flat tire. The contents of her trunk were strewn in the dirt. She was speaking on her cell phone.
I thought about stopping. But I had a full suite of things on my ToDo list. I had noticed that many other cars just drove on by. The scene reminded me of the Good Samaritan story.
I turned the car around and came back. Rolled down my windscreen and asked the woman if I could help. She was talking on her cellphone when I interrupted her. She asked me if I had a spare tire donut, which I did not.… More “I was an uncertain Samaritan”