A certain man set out on a trip from Washington, DC, to Greenville, South Carolina. He was held up by terrorists, who stripped him of his raiment, wounded him, and departed, leaving him stranded on the side of the highway, half dead.
By chance, a certain pastor drove by; when he saw the man, he switched lanes.
A Red Cross worker, when he reached the spot, slowed down to take a look, but quickly hit the gas again and then took the next exit.
But a certain Mexican, as he drove his old banger on a visit to his relatives, reached the point where the man was lying, and when he saw him, he had compassion on him.
He went to him, and bound up his wounds, applying Hydrogen Peroxide and Neosporin; then he helped him up into his own car, and brought him to a hotel, and took care of him.
The Mexican questioned the man as to what had happened, and was horrified to discover how long he had lain neglected by the side of the road.
The next day, when the Mexican left to continue his trip, he went to the hotel manager, and said to him, “Take care of him; whatever you spend, when the government realizes its duty to the victimized, it will repay you.”