The Good Samaritan

by John Marrs

I understand them because I know what’s best for them. If they place their trust in me, I’ll reward them by going to the ends of the earth to help them. I’ll alleviate their suffering. I’ll bring all that is bad in their lives to an end. I will save them from themselves. That is what I am: a saviour of lost souls.

‘I like to set a good example for my children and I’m very good at multitasking,’

People are their own worst enemies when they try to plod along even if it means leading miserable, hopeless lives. It’s up to me to save them from themselves.

‘Who listens to you when you need to talk?’

So much of what you believe – or what you have convinced yourself to be true – can be flipped on its head quicker than you can ever imagine.

Perhaps I didn’t think I’d suffered enough and needed to know how much more pain I could endure before I completely cracked.

I wasn’t sure who was the cat, who was the mouse and who was toying with whom.

‘Well, sometimes after a good night’s sleep, we just wake up in the morning feeling better about things.’

‘It doesn’t mean the bad stuff goes away though,

‘This life is difficult to negotiate alone,’

you are a human being and, by design, human beings let you down.

Everything I’d once held so close to my heart, I’d lost. There was no coming back from the things I had done, the things I was being accused of doing and the things I was innocent of.