​Jesus tells us a story of a man, nationality unknown travelling to another city only to be waylaid by robbers. They didn’t only steal from him all he had, they also battered him till he was half-dead. Lying there helpless praying for help.

As he laid down there, a priest passing by on his way to a function saw him. Although he recognised his need for help would not render to thwart dying man a helping hand. What did he do? He went his way, crossing over to thwart other side. In neglect, he passed by leaving the wounded man to pass away as he grasp for breathe.

Another supposed kind man was passing through the way, this time, a levitate. One would assume help has finally come for this man, but he also like the priest went by as if he had not noticed the dying man lying wounded helplessly.

As time went by, this man seem not to be fortunate after all, one could perhaps think nemesis have caught up with him. Who knows, he also could be a thief who had made people cry for losing their possessions, or perhaps, he stole these things and was running to another town to enjoy them. At last, an unlikely would be helper was passing by. A Samaritan Jesus calls him. Maybe that would explain the nationality of the man. He was a Jew and rhetoric first passersby were Jews.
Here comes an enemy, one who shouldn’t naturally offer a helping hand. He didn’t leave the man to his death like others but he lent a helping hand, took him to a place where he can be well taken care of, deposited his hard earned money with a promise to come back to pay more should there be need for additional payment.

So, the master asked, who is then my neighbour? I also ask, who are you amongst the three?