After much deliberation with the voice in my head on whether I was going to be a productive member of society and run after work today or be true to my American heritage and catch up on Dexter while eating potato chips; I decided that being skinny during beach season sounded like the best option. I begrudgingly covered myself head to toe in Lululemon and off I went.
I’m pleased with my decision for several reasons:
1. Beach season
2. An old lady fell and I was there to help her
3. I was faced with a religious statement to ponder
As I rounded the corner of my first half mile and threw up in my mouth I saw her go down. I ran as fast as I could to get to her and took her hand to help her up. While this was going on a man driving by saw a seemingly capable young woman struggling for dear life trying to lift a tiny old lady. He pulled over and together we helped her get up and she was ok and on her way. Once she carried on, Mr. Man explained to me the proper way to lift someone up off a couch and the difference between helping someone off the ground. Thanks. Then instead of making small talk or simply shaking my hand and leaving like a normal person he left me with these words:
“Just because you’re a good Samaritan, doesn’t mean you’re going to Heaven.”
That’s a really weird thing to say to someone you just stumbled across doing something nice for someone else… A “God bless” would have worked… Perhaps a Mazel Tov or Lachaim, or good yontif would have also been accepted.
I was baffled by this statement so much so that through the entirety of my run I was deep in thought.
What does this man know about me to make such a statement?
- I selflessly help strangers
- I exercise
- I wear black eyeliner/mascara to signify the devil
- I wear spandex to lure men into the depths of my loins
I think the only reasonable conclusion I can draw from such a statement is that Mr. Man was questioning my virtue and purity as a woman.
Since when does wearing breathable, un-inhibiting work out apparel make me the modern day Mary Magdalene?
I’m sorry kind Sir, but I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what being a good Samaritan means, and questioning someone’s biblical purity is certainly not what’s going to get you into Heaven either.
So I guess I’ll see you in Hell bro – Maybe I’ll be the Siren that lures you into the depths of Hades.