About a month ago I inadvertently conducted a test of human compassion and good Samaritan tendencies. I say inadvertently because it was not my intention or wish to be in this particular situation. In fact, it was a frustrating scenario, but since I found myself in place where I was stuck anyway I thought I mine as well observe the behavior of our fellow neighbors, and damn was I intrigued by the outcome.
My car had overheated, and when I say overheated I mean it was spewing liquid from the engine, and the dashboard was beeping incessantly at me trying to alarm me that something was wrong. In an attempt to figure out where the annoying sound was coming from and why in the world the car was slowing down without my letting off the accelerator, I immediately pulled into the nearest gas station and called home for help (who was about 30 minutes away). While I was waiting with my hood up, bored and finished with the Snickers bar I bought from inside, out of curiosity, I thought I see how long it would take for someone to offer assistance or even ask if I needed help. The answer…35 minutes! Now you may not think that was a long time, but let me give you a little insight–I was approximately half way home and had stalled at a very busy intersection in a very busy gas station. I really tried to count the number of people who pulled up, pumped gas, looked at me with “feel sorry for me” eyes and drove away, but I lost count. Finally, as soon as my home help pulled up to my rescue, a young man, who, I have to admit, at first sight I wasn’t quite sure of, but who was the ONLY person that stopped and asked if I was ok or if I needed help. What a wonderful young man and shame on me for judging at first sight. THANK YOU, you reassured me, even if you were the only one, that there are still good people in this world.
35 minutes?? I may not be a supermodel, but come on people! After this incident, I lost faith in the notion that kindness still exists and I was going to rant through my entire post , until I had yet another encounter the other day.
I, again, was in a quandary and somehow got the same car stuck in soft sand put down by the diligent town that buried the pipes in front of my son’s father’s house. It was so bad that the “quicksand” had swallowed up the front tires and almost the front end of the car. In a small panic, we (myself and my ex’s new girlfriend) attempted to shovel out and place 2x4s behind the tires. In an amazing change of events as compared to my last car adventure, about 1 minute after I became unable to secure solid ground, a good Samaritan stopped his truck to help. Without hesitation, he attempted to figure a way out of my mess of a situation, while in the meantime, another car pulled up and didn’t even ask if he could help, he just did. After a little planning and little conferencing, they were successful in pulling me out, and if that wasn’t enough, they both waited to see that I made it to the road, which I did NOT. Getting myself stuck for the second time they immediately jumped from the vehicles and repeated the entire process, this time making sure they pulled me to SOLID ground.
My faith was restored and the chip on my shoulder lifted after I realized that people can really give a crap and there are still good Samaritans out there. Thank you to the thoughtful and PATIENT guys who stopped to help the helpless probably on your way home from a long day of work!
Lets start paying it forward just like they did and begin to restore the faith in our fellow neighbors that has somewhere gotten lost along the way!!