“Two men are following me” I could see them slow down so to catch pace with the black swift, and get a glimpse of its driver. I did casually notice the rider of the bike watching me at the traffic jam near Ahok pillar. Paying no heed, I choose to purposely disregard the bikers and be immersed in my ocean of thoughts. Thoughts which trenched through the oceans of life, relationships, love, loneliness, hope and God, paused along with the brakes at sight of red signals only to see the bikers to my right, keenly looking at me. I should have been petrified, should have steered faster but wearily I scorned the idiocy of the bikers to trail after someone like me. Turning away and looking forward, i accelerated the car at 25km/hr, slowly to near my house. Thought the bikers should have detoured near Thirumangalam jjcomplex , obviously silly pleasures don’t last long. But, only when I parked the car at home did I know that i was being chased all over. The strangers, who were just talking glimpses, were now in home gates wanting to talk to me. What could a stranger have to talk with a girl of my age? Does he not realize the shamefulness of his deed to come behind me? From inside my house gates, I furiously looked to see the guys take away their helmets,
“Please don’t mistake me. I have a sister who looks like you and I was concerned about you” the words of the biker came out with social concern. “Please tell me what is your problem in life, whatever it is we will ensure to do whatever best that is possible of us” words continued with a want to do something. I kind of comprehended the situation and figured out the reason for the biker’s chase “we saw you weeping so deeply and we were scared that you may commit any unforeseen attempts, please tell us your problem. Are you parents in your house, may be we can offer our help to them” the words came one after another, just wanting to support the unknown cause. Rewinding the incident, the bikers who initially glimpsed at my ethic saree wear soon watched my eyes emote it’s thoughts of life and hopelessness. They saw the tears turning to cry and the cries turning to moans and the moans that turned back to silence. Little did they know that explicit emote was deep rooted from the recent years and no help or support but from Christ can console me from it.
I thanked the bikers for the genuine goodness and requested them to leave. Refusing to acknowledge any problem, I walked away from them so to lock myself in. It should have been embarrassing for those decent men, especially when all they intended to do was help. Regretting their goodness they left my residence. I don’t know their names. Nor about their whereabouts. But to show unadulterated goodness to a stranger they should have been souls with superior humaneness. Reminds me of the Good Samaritan parable in Luke Chap11, may be I should term them that way. May God bless those bikers!!
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Yes, only God can comfort certain wounds and only He can fill the vaccuum.
around 3 plus decades ago, after a mid night show, we were hurrying back home. I think it was somewhere during December, pretty cold and we suddenly see a an young girl wearing jeans, banyan and a jeans jacket dangling as she walked down a very remote road.
I saw a few guys racing behind her who were nowhere near to that girl who probably was from a very decent family.
So I took the lead and my guys followed for a brawl. But those guys who got the message and simply ran off the scene.
I knew for good that she was heavily drugged and was trying to fend her way back home.
We toed her without disturbing her and finally she stopped in from of a palatial house but did not enter. I then entered the compound and rang the bell. An anxious looking old couple opened the door and I asked them-pointing my finger towards the girl standing near the gate - is that your daughter.
I still remember them running down to her, hugging and leading her back to the house - they wanted to thank us - but we did not wait for them - instead left the place.
That day god sent us to be the good samaritans for that girl. We were well aware that she never realized what had happened, except that of her parents.
Do we not have a burden to take the message of Love to such drug addicts in our society????
And make them understand that there is some one who is waiting to take care of them and to give all his love to them - Jesus Christ is indeed HE.
goodsamaritan@aol.in
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