Advent stories.
The Samaritan.
“Everything is cancelled I’m afraid, sorry.”
“Nothing is leaving this station, going anywhere?”
“I am sorry. We are snowed in. All of us are trapped here until the weather breaks.”
“Oh! You are trapped too. I do to beg your pardon; I am so sorry. What can I do to help?”
The ticket seller looked up and reappraised the hectic and dishevelled young man in front of her. He now had a benevolent look about him she had not noticed before.
“Well, what can you do?”
“I can cook. Is there a kitchen? I can play music. Do you have a piano? I can draw caricatures of all the patron’s while we are stuck. I can turn my hand to anything if you need me to,” the man smiled.
Forty-seven people feasted that night, while they sat and listened to a host of musical favourites. Twelve children had pictures of themselves, sketched in seconds.
“Where is our host?” the ticket seller asked a man sat peacefully in his chair, I must tell him the weather is lifting, and we will have movement very soon.”
“He left. He was not travelling. He was homeless, seeking shelter. He just liked helping.
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