**Disclaimer. This post was written while I was on high strength prescription drugs… take it for what it’s worth.**
The doctor says I have the disease that went viral on Twitter before it made its merry way into my asthma plagued lungs.
If there’s one thing I tend to take for granted more than my health, its probably my awesome parents. I’m glad they live close enough that I can drive home and lay on my bed when I’m sick so my mom can bring me juice and good books to read while my dad works so I can have insurance.
I know it sounds kind of selfish of me to use them like I do, and it probably is, but I love them for allowing me to do so. I love even more that I know that if I lived far far away, or if I had a friend without a mom, mine would travel to be there by my side, or take care of the child of another as if they were her own.
I know this, because I’ve seen it.
Sometimes I worry about my generation. Are we fostering that same type of selflessness in our lives? Are we concerned for each other enough to drop things of importance to help the people who are even more important in our lives?
When do we take it upon ourselves to play the roll of good Samaritan? Is it when we have a break between classes, or work, or school, or friend, or meetings? Or is it whenever we feel the tickle in the back of our mind to call that almost forgotten friend, or bring dinner to someone who had a rough week?
That thought worries me. I hope that there are others out there who understand that they need to be fostering the traits of the good Samaritan role in their lives, because I think it will become more rare as the years pass by. It’s so much easier, after all, to look out for number one.
“The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal.”
-Albert Einstein
