The SamaritanHe dozes by the phone in fitful dreams,and ponders, "Life is never what it seems.In here the night ticks by in blissful peace;out there, a world of pain and silent screams.”“I volunteer," he muses with a sigh,"to listen to the lonely when they cry;but why so few who pause to make the call?and why so many choose to pass me by?""Because you've got it wrong," the visions weepfrom tearful dark recesses hidden deepwithin the night. "So get it right. For youmust know that what you sow is what you reap.”“The lowly ones, rejected and abusedby life, are sensitized by fear and used-to treading wary. If they sense your plansand colour-schemes, maybe they feel accused.”“Forego internal empires. Don't dictateor label long-term callers 'green,' or statethat sex is 'red;' or this or that one can'tbe helped. Accept them all, dispassionate.”“And train your volunteers to cope with alland every situation, any squallthat comes their way." He wakens with a start;but what the visions said, he can't recall.
Charlie GregorySamaritan Days