Dead Samaritan?

This isn't a new struggle for me, but it's one that has come to light again recently: how do you find the balance between personal safety and what Jesus taught about the Good Samaritan?

See, on Saturday I took a self defense class. The first half of the day was lecture, all about awareness and how to avoid situations where you'd have to use the defensive tactics we learned in the second half of the day. We learned that sometimes, even someone just asking you what time it is can be a "verbal bump" to distract or engage you and set you up for bad things.

So this left me confounded. If I can't even do something as simple as tell people what time it is, how am I supposed to be a good neighbor the way Jesus defines it? Or, should I take the risk and assume they are a good person who genuinely needs the time?

But then what about helping people in more blatantly risky situations? Like if I see someone stranded along the side of the road? Today's sermon was, coincidentally, about the good Samaritan. And my pastors talked about how no one stops to help people on the side of the road because there are hundreds of other people driving by and everyone thinks, "well, one of them will help." But someone has to be the one to stop. Am I immune from that just because I'm a woman?

And what element of this comes down to trusting God for protection? I mean I don't think trust means walking down a dark alley alone at night - that's probably more like testing him. But when it comes to helping someone who might actually need help or might be conning us?

But then at self-defense class we also watched a clip from Silence of the Lambs, based on the real way serial killer Ted Bundy got his victims - putting on a fake cast and pretending to move furniture with a broken arm. A woman would come by to help him and she'd end up on the back end of the furniture, getting into the truck. Clearly in that situation, it's a mistake to help the guy. But how do you know if it's a genuine case of someone needing help?

Now, I help people. I volunteer as a victim's advocate. I'm doing a flood clean-up day next Saturday. But those are planned avenues of helping. What about the times when you just see someone in need right then?

Because the fact of the matter is, the Samaritan didn't walk down that road looking for a robbery victim to help. It wasn't in his plans. He just found one and helped. And it was risky. It was a dangerous road, as evidenced by the band of robbers who'd injured the victim in the first place. And for the priest and Levite who passed by, helping the man would've meant becoming ceremoniously unclean and losing the ability to go to the temple until they went through the cleansing period. There was a cost besides the monetary cost of putting the guy up in an inn. There was risk. And yet the Samaritan took it. And Jesus' implication is that the priest and Levite should've, too.

So...what do you think? Where's the balance? How do you know whether to be an alert woman avoiding becoming a victim, or to be a good Samaritan to someone who genuinely has a need? How do you act as a good Samaritan without ending up a dead Samaritan? I'd love your input.

Dog Safety

It was a moment that has replayed in my mind countless times. Both dogs sat on my lap in the passenger seat, heads blissfully catching the breeze out the window as Dan turned a corner. And then in the blink of an eye, flop! My dog Biscuit fell right out the car window.

Thank the Lord we were on a quiet side street and there were no other cars. Thank the Lord Dan was only going about 10-15 mph as he eased out of the turn. Thank the Lord he had quick reflexes to brake right away when I cried out my brief but effective message: "DAN! BISCUIT!!"

I watched helplessly in the mirror as Biscuit wisely tucked and rolled, then popped his head up, befuddled as to how he'd ended up in the road. (Truth be told, I was a little befuddled too. I'd had an arm around him, and I hadn't felt the push of him jumping.)

As soon as Dan stopped I got out of the car, careful not to free Peanut, and went to gather my little man. But Dan was also calling him from the driver's side, so Biscuit ran around that side. In his confused state, he couldn't quite tell where Dan's voice was coming from, so he stood in the middle of the road looking around. (Have I mentioned how thankful I am that there were no cars around?) I ran toward the front of the car calling him, and he started to run around the front of the car from the other side. As soon as he saw me, his pace quickened. He was sure glad I was there to save him from this strange situation!

For about five minutes, Biscuit's life was changed. He kept his head inside the car with just his nose barely peeking over the edge. His paws were firmly planted on my lap. But then he started to creep up closer and closer, until he was putting his paws up on the window sill (a habit we expressly forbid, but Biscuit has a hard time following our rules on that one).

We got him checked out by the vet and he was fine. We figured that was the case, as he hadn't been acting hurt or dazed, but I wanted to know for sure. I also did some Googling about dogs falling out of car windows. And I saw a lot of stories about people who'd experienced similar situations - some not ending so favorably.

We've now implemented a rule that our dogs must be leashed while they are on car rides, so they can stick their heads out the window and we have something to tether them down with. But I also found in my Google searching items like this one, that really help keep your dogs safe. (I've put 2 on our wishlist!)

I've learned my lesson. I'm not going to ride with the windows up - the whole fun of a car ride for a dog is feeling the breeze - but I am going to take precautions so that there are no more car flopping incidents!