I was minding my own business today when I was approached and asked what I was doing for the next hour. Because this guy is somewhat pushy and tends to pass the "grunt" work off on others, I hesitated and tried to come up with a good answer. Instead, I said, "I'll be here working." Anyway, he then asked me if I would like to do a "good samaritan" deed. He told me there was a homeless lady in the next room and asked if I would take the next hour to drive her to a church she had requested. Why he picked me, I'm not sure. I was immediately taken back to a day in college when I was given an opportunity to do something nice to help someone.
It was the last week of school prior to graduation and I had been enrolled in a class, called "Social Problems." We had spent the last few months talking about psychotic people, sociopaths, rapists and everything under the sun that could possibly give me the creeps any time I stepped foot outside the classroom. We spent a couple of weeks talking about rapists alone and our professor gave us signs we should look for when encountering someone who had plans to hurt us.
I took my final exam and was walking to my car in what seemed to be an empty parking lot. Once I got closer to my car, I noticed a strange looking character several cars away from my car with the hood up and battery cables attached. The car was facing out of the parking space. We were the only two in the parking lot. I had never seen this character before and the school wasn't large. I immediatley began to think about what the professor had said about someone waiting to attack. It seemed pretty fishy to me that he had parked with his car facing out of the space and conveniently, his battery had "died" and he needed a young, female student, a.k.a. his next victim to help him. My thoughts grew more scary when I saw him quickly approaching me. I picked up the speed of my fast walk to a moderate jog and raced for my car. Once I got in, I locked the doors and it still didn't stop him from coming after me. He tapped on my window and I rolled it down about an inch. He asked me if I would be willing to drive my car over and let him boost his battery with the cables.
About a thousand more thoughts of him killing me and never seeing my family again ran through my mind. By then, I had decided that he was probably facing his car out of the spot so he could throw me in the trunk and drive me to my grave. Besides, I had never seen him since I started school there and he just looked creepy.
Finally, I told him that I would drive right up there and help him. He thanked me and walked back toward his car. I backed out of my parking space, drove toward his car, and made the FASTEST getaway I could from the parking lot. I drove as quickly as I could home, thinking he was probably going to follow me in his falsely battery-dead car. I left him in my dust and he never caught me.
The next morning I went back to school for graduation rehearsal. I was walking with several of my friends down the hall when to my surprise I saw that same creepy face from the parking lot the day before. He was there for graduation rehearsal, too. I was so embarrassed. I guess he wasn't a rapist after all (or at least he hadn't been caught). I felt so badly that I had not helped the guy and even thought about apologizing. Instead, I walked away quickly.
He didn't have any intentions on hurting me, I guess...well, until I told him, "Sure, I'll help," and then drove out of the parking lot like a bat out of h-e-double hockey sticks. I bet some really mean thoughts went through his mind then!
So, today I felt as if I were given an opportunity to make up a "good samaritan" deed which I had shunned so many years ago. However, I will have to admit there was a flash of that Social Problems class that popped into my head and made me wonder if this homeless lady was going to pull out a knife and as Bon Qui Qui says, "CUUUUT" me. So as not to be completely frightened, I asked another person to ride along with us. Instead of something horrible I had envisioined, I found this woman to be afraid, lost and so sad. My co-pilot began telling her that no matter what, she could find hope if she put her trust in God. I realized I had been given an opportunity to give someone a "cool glass of water" rather than giving them a an easy target for something bad to happen. I felt guilty for the thoughts of fear that had crossed my mind. I made conversation with the traveller and even shared my faith.
Once we were able to drive this woman where she wanted to go, I spent the drive back thinking how grateful I am for a Savior. How thankful I am that I have a safe, warm place to go home to at night and two, beautiful, little girls that I can hug.
Would I be less afraid if someone asked me to do the same thing today? Probably not. However, maybe I would be a little more sensitive to the subject.
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