Dr. C. and the Not Too Bad Samaritans

First, for the link to this poignant painting, go here.

It would be quite a bad example if I were to write about the Good Samaritan and then swipe a painting of the artist without props. Not very good neighborly.

Lina and I went for a walk the second to last day in L.A. No sooner had we started on the dusty noonday path, did we see an elderly Asian man looking like he got beat-up. He kind of did. He had wiped out while walking and had been sitting wounded for who knows how long. He and the ground scrapped when he fell and he got the worst of it. Busted lip, bloodied knees, gashed wrist (from his watch) and probably some wounded self-sufficiency. I will call him Dr. C. to not to put his name out in cyberspace.

Not many people in L.A. walk in the hills at noontime. Much too hot. Only us sturdy Easterners do so. God seemed to be in our inopportune stroll. Dr. C. was telling he was OK and did not need a hand. "Oh yes you do" we replied. We carried him back to his house, dressed his wounds, and said good-bye. He was thankful. Some of his neighbors helped out too. It was a real life MASH unit with my wife being the expert because she used to work for Johnson and Johnson Band-Aid brand. Keep the wounds moist with an anti-bacterial and bandaged. I fashioned myself Hawkeye.

When we walk through life, opportunities arise to just help someone else. It is not exactly Nobel Prize worthy usually but to the person who needs the help, it is prized. One day it just might be us sitting on the path needing a hand.