Rebekka Puig
English IV A
The Parable of the Good Samaritan - updated
Once, a little boy named Mark Evans was sitting on the top of a jungle gym by himself, minding his own business. He was reading a good book, The Chronicles of Narnia, and hoping not to be disturbed.
But no suck luck. The bullies from the local middle school came over and started taunting him, making fun of the fact that he was reading a book so advanced for his age, and telling him he'd never have any friends if he kept acting like a kid much older than his young age of five.
The taunting turned to pushing and shoving, and eventually Mark fell off of the jungle gym backwards. He was hurt, almost to unconsciousness, but the bullies did nothing to help him, just jeering at him as he bled on the ground. They took his book and buried it, despite Mark's feeble protests.
Soon Mark fell into unconsciousness, and the bullies left him there to freeze in the cold winter air. Thankfully Mark was wearing a coat and sweats, which kept most of his body heat inside, but his exposed face and fingers soon turned a bright red and began to freeze.
Just then, one of the neighborhood hoodlums, Kerry, came over and looked over the unconscious boy. He took out his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. Soon enough, an ambulance came and loaded the injured boy into the back. Kerry sat in the back, ready to comfort him if he woke up.
About twenty minutes later, Mark woke up to the back of the ambulance.
"Hey, kid," said Kerry. "You okay?"
Mark tried to shake his head, but his concussion rendered a sharp pain in his head.
"No," he said.
"What are you doing here anyways? Aren't you Kerry, the hoodlum who never comes out of his house?"
Kerry laughed.
"Contrary to popular belief, I do come out, but I just am sly enough that people never notice me except at school. I saw you lying in the snow and called 911."
Mark's eyes slowly closed and he fell back into unconsciousness.
He woke up again in a hospital bed with Kerry still beside him.
"What are you still doing here? You've done you're good deed of the day. Go home."
Kerry smiled gently.
"I have no home, and it's a heck of a lot warmer in here than outside. And besides, I care about you. I want to make sure you're okay before I go anywhere. The doctor will tell me that."
The medicine in the IV slowly began to work its wonders and soon the small boy fell asleep – a natural sleep – Kerry could tell by his breathing and fidgeting, but he heard a small voice say,
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, kid."