Earlier this week, I found my mood growing increasingly more negative with each minute that I spent in the morning rush hour traffic. In an effort to save my mood and my day, I exited the highway in hopes that the city streets would be less congested.
While I navigated my way through the streets, I was still preoccupied with my time on the highway. I was remembering the bumper to bumper traffic and the lack of courtesy and foolish actions on the part of some of my fellow travelers.
As I drove along, feeling sorry for myself, lamenting my difficult morning, I passed a homeless man sleeping on a bench. Suddenly, my morning and my troubles didn’t seem so difficult anymore. My perspective changed in an instant.
The image of this man stuck with me all week. I wondered where he was, how he was and what I could do to help him and others like him. I thought of the story of the Good Samaritan from the Bible. I wondered if I was like the people who saw the man in need and passed by on the other side without stopping to help.
I wondered what I could do to help this man and others. I wondered what I could do to serve others more, to help change the world for the better. As I reflected on this, I had the opportunity to perform a small act of kindness for a stranger. It was really nothing, but the person was so grateful that he called me a Good Samaritan.
His comment really got me to thinking. Maybe, being a Good Samaritan isn’t about the size or scope of the act of service. Maybe it is just about serving, no matter how great or small. Maybe, I can be a Good Samaritan by performing small acts of kindness every day for my fellow travelers.
I still worry about the homeless man on the bench, and I still want to do big things and be a part of serving in big ways. But while I’m looking for ways to do that, I will also look for opportunities to serve in small ways every day.