The Good Samaritan

It was a balmy August evening.
Four students stand in a college dorm room.
From the outside, it appears to be a typical scene- students discussing a new semester, dreams of what will be, rules, or dinner, but it is nothing of the sort.
Inside, you will find a battle.
One of the students sits in a chair, weeping with despair and begging for an end to the pain in her head.
Two others stand in the far corner of the room, looking on the scene with fear.
The fourth, a quiet, somewhat shy student bridges the gap.
Like Ceasar crossing the rubicon, or the Samaritan who stopped to help, she crosses the room to help the weary screaming student.
She holds out her hand offering help.
The two students in the corner look on in surpris, their faces reveal thier shock and awe at the event.
The student in the chair calms a bit- still in pain, but no longer alone.
In that moment, a friendship was born.
In that moment, the parable of the Good Samaritan was reenacted, a prayer was answered, and I saw the face of God.
It was a balmy August evening and four students were alone in a dorm room.