More than a glass of water

On an exceedingly hot summer's day, the United Kingdom was experiencing its third heatwave of the year. We had witnessed record-breaking temperatures of 37°.  It also happened to be Wimbledon tennis fortnight and the World Cup. The England men’s football team had only days earlier managed to secure a place in the quarter-finals.  I wasn’t interested in either.  The country was basking in its glory and in high temperatures.

I was currently in the process of receiving chemotherapy for cancer. This was, as my oncologist describes it, ‘your good week’ - Having had two pain-free days. I was content to spend a leisurely day indoors, opting not to venture outside in the heat. The week before, I’d spent in post-chemotherapy pain, and this was my good week, having had two pain-free days. I put on some music with the back door open, engaging in a jigsaw puzzle, as the interior provided a more temperate environment.

The cottage is one of ten one-bedroom almshouses designated for single occupants. Applicants wishing to reside in the almshouse cottage must fulfil the charity’s criteria, which aim to accommodate “needy persons” of good character who have resided in the Town for at least one year prior to their application.

At approximately twelve thirty in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. It was Kerri, a neighbour, who had inadvertently locked herself out of her house. She had taken her computer to a shop on the other side of town, only to realise upon returning home that her keys were in the computer's bag. She was unable to return immediately, as the shop was closed for lunch.

Kerri approached my house in search of the caretaker, who possessed spare keys for the properties. These spare keys were reserved for use in extreme emergencies, and unfortunately, the caretaker was not available at that time. I attempted to contact her but was unable to locate my phone. A nearby neighbour also proved unable to find his phone. I extended my apologies, stepped outside, where Kerri awaited, and ultimately found my phone to reach out to the caretaker. Regrettably, she was unavailable for several hours.  There were major road works on the main road, which would have delayed her if she had returned home immediately.

I offered to prepare Kerri a drink, but she said all she wanted was a glass of water. Thus, we took a seat in my garden. Our prior interactions had been limited, as she was relatively new to the area and tended to keep to herself; this provided a pleasant opportunity for us to become acquainted. While sitting outside, Kerri expressed concern for my welfare in the sun, being aware of my cancer treatment and the associated increased risks. I reassured her that I was well.

Approximately 45 minutes later, during our conversation, Kerri inquired about the time. I informed her it was slightly past 1:30 PM. We concurred that if she left at that moment—not that I endeavoured to dismiss her—she would reach the computer shop by the time it reopened. Kerri expressed her gratitude for both the company and the assistance I had provided, to which I responded that it was no trouble at all, and she departed shortly thereafter.

I returned indoors to prepare lunch, reflecting with appreciation for the opportunity to be of assistance. Suddenly, I was reminded of the parable of the Good Samaritan. In the parable of the good Samaritan, found in Luke 10:25-37 of the New Testament. This famous parable of the Good Samaritan addresses the question: “Who is my neighbour?” It centres on compassion, challenging prejudices, and showing mercy to everyone, even societal outcasts or perceived enemies.

I smiled to myself, acknowledging, “Indeed, I acted as her Good Samaritan today.” Kerri was in a moment of need, and I was able to extend my help. While all she sought was a glass of water, I offered her much more: a brief respite to pause and collect her thoughts.

The caretaker returned around 3:00 PM. The heat persisted, and it appeared I had dozed off. During tea time, the caretaker visited my home; I updated her on the situation. She had knocked on Kerri's door but received no response, and I had not seen Kerri return. I can only hope she successfully retrieved her keys. I will consider visiting her the following day to inquire if she has resolved her situation.

This is a true story of how I was in the right place at the right time. It would have been easy for me to turn Kerri away. I could have said it was her own fault.  But that’s not what God asked of me.

REFLECTION:

God wants you to be a Good Samaritan by showing radical, borderless compassion to anyone in need, regardless of their background or differences. According to the Bible's Parable of the Good Samaritan, God calls you to notice those who are suffering, actively sacrifice your time and resources, and ensure they are fully cared for.

Bible Scripture: Luke 10:25-37 – The Good Samaritan