“ I was thinking about a story from the Bible. There was a man. He was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho… when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveller of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by… saw the traveller. But he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And then a Levite, a religious functionary, he… came to the place, saw the dying traveller. But he too moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveller bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. He did this simply because the traveller was his neighbour. He loved his city and all the people in it.  I always thought that I was the Samaritan in that story.”