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A Good Samaritan (Short Story)

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I am going to narrate an incident that is three fourth real and the rest blended with some fantasy to make it a short fiction. The event took place in a town in Kerala, India.

            In order to attend a seminar at Thrissur I was driving my car along the national highway. Cars, buses and trucks were running like rockets along the black ribbon street. Dusk was approaching and the light of the vehicles went past like missiles. Suddenly I noticed a man-like object on the left side of the street. I steered my car to the side of the street and applied the brake. There was a man lying unconscious and bleeding through his nostrils. I felt his pulse and understood that life had not departed him. He was a lean man, aged around sixty and I lifted him to my car amassing my strength. I drove the car fast to the nearest hospital, some five kilometers away at Thrissur. Some vehicles had hit him and overthrew him to the side of the street. The driver of the vehicle sped away fearing the consequences. Such iron-hearted people are characteristic of the selfish, cutthroat, contemporary urban society. The accident victim was admitted to Amala Hospital, Thrissur. The nurses rushed in and I told them how he had been found and picked up. The doctor, after examination reported to me that the patient was critical. He had a severe head injury. An immediate operation was required and I told him to do whatever was needed to save his life. I signed the papers for the patient as none of his relatives was present. I advanced an amount of Rs. 10,000 from my purse as the fees of the operation. Before the patient was shifted to the operation theatre I asked the doctor if he could come across his whereabouts. The doctor produced before me a wallet which had been found in his pocket. The victim’s identity card was there in the wallet along with a phone diary.

            From the identity card I knew that he was Mr. Xavier residing at Chavakad, a place not very far from Thrissur. The phone book helped me to call to his house.

“Hello, is it Mr. Xavier’s house?” I phoned through my cell phone.

“Yes, kindly tell me who you are,” came back a female voice.

“I am Professor Mohan. You may not know me. Are you Xavier’s wife?”

“Yes, what’s the matter?”

“He has met with an accident and is admitted at Amala Hospital, Thrissur. Don’t worry. Not very serious. Please come to the hospital.”

“Jesus, save my husband! I am coming soon,” came out her choking sound.

            Within half an hour Xavier’s wife arrived there accompanied by a dozen other people. She couldn’t control herself and was crying aloud, tears running like streams. To her request I told her what had happened. Mariam, that was her name, cried aloud to Jesus to save her husband. The corridor before the operation theatre echoed with the wails of Mariam, her two daughters, and Xavier’s parents. I tried my best to pacify them. A few hours passed. More and more people flooded to the passage. There were some twenty five people—men and women—assembled there praying for the life of Xavier. I started to wonder how such an ordinary person could pull so many people anxious at his health and praying for his life. The sobs and wails shook the walls of the corridor and the nurses couldn’t control the situation. Fortunately a nurse opened the door of the operation theatre and asked me to meet the doctor inside. I longed for good news from the doctor and prayed to God to save Xavier. The doctor told me that the operation was successful. Xavier has survived the crucial condition but if he could lead a normal life was uncertain. The brain is affected and hence it may cause paralysis as well as loss of memory. If this news is imparted to Xavier’s kith and kin waiting outside I could imagine the hellish wail erupting there. Mariam would collapse and have to be admitted in the hospital. Hence I pleaded the doctor to tell them a lie and thus hide the seriousness of the case. Accordingly the doctor appeared before them and announced that Xavier had had only a minor head injury and there was a clotting of a little blood inside, which was successfully removed. He will recover soon and will be discharged within a week. The people including Mariam were relieved and the wails ceased.

            My eagerness to know why so many people were anxious of Xavier’s health sprouted in my mind and I couldn’t but seek the answer. I preferred to stay there some more time. After all, I had nothing to do that night than sleeping in a lodge at Thrissur to attend the seminar the following day.

“Mariam, kindly tell me your whereabouts and who all are these people.”

“Sir, we are much obliged to you for saving my husband’s life. You are an angel whom Jesus sent,” she replied in a broken voice. O my God, they are relieved by hearing the lie from the doctor. Once they come to know the reality how will they face it? I prayed to God to give them the strength to bear.

“We live at Chavakad, my husband Xavier, these two daughters, and these parents. The daughters Liz and Grace are studying in the eighth standard.”

“What’s your occupation?”

“We have two acres of agricultural land and we live on it.”

“And who are these people?”

The answers came from several quarters at once.

“I am Venugopal. I met with a road accident five years ago. Had not this Xavier chettan (elder brother) taken me to the hospital then I would have been in the other world now.”

“The same is the case with me also. My name is Akbar. While I was going on my bike, a truck dashed me from behind and threw me away. Like an angel Xavier chettan appeared there and took me to the hospital. I owe my life to him.”

“I am Joseph. Three years back while I was pushing my vegetable cart along the highway a truck dashed me and my cart, and I fell unconscious. When I opened my eyes I was in the hospital, picked up and saved by this great man Xavier. He is indeed a saviour as his name designates.”

“Sir,” Mariam continued the conversation for others. “What you hear from them is true. These are only a few of the men my husband has saved from the accidents. My husband has saved five hundred and ten people from the road accidents in the past eight years. We have taken it our mission to save the lives of men who are uncared on road sides. My daughters and I help my husband in nursing the accident victims in the hospital. There were several cases in which the relatives of the victims never turned up and we had to bear the hospital charges. Forty nine victims have died on the lap of my husband on his way to the hospital. How uneasy was my husband in those days! He couldn’t eat anything and I had to wipe out the tears which ran through his cheeks.” Mariam’s eyes were immersed in tears and she mopped it with a kerchief.

“Don’t cry Mariam. God will reward you,” I tried to console her.

“Yes Sir, how can Jesus reject us? What had we done that He punishes my husband like this?” she started sobbing.

“God will never punish you, Mariam. He only loves His creations and never punishes.”

“Yes Sir, I too believe so. My husband had earlier been an employee of a private bus. He had seen so many such accidents then where victims had been uncared. Then on 20th February 2000 when I was walking along the road with my only son Williams, an auto rickshaw hit my son from behind. He was taken immediately to the hospital but he left us for ever after eight days. He was only twelve then.” She couldn’t restrain from crying. Mariam continued her sobs for a few minutes and then resumed her narration.

“That tragic end of our son inspired my husband to involve in such humanitarian service. Everyday from 10.30 am to 2 pm my husband will be at Guruvayoor ready to rescue such accident victims. From 2.30 pm to 6 pm he will be available at Kunnamkulam. Very often my husband had to spend the money in his pocket for such hospital service and we had to starve those days. By the grace of God we are being helped in this service by my husband’s brother in the Gulf as well as from my own parents.” Mariam concluded her epic narration.

“God has many more plans to complete through your husband, Mariam. So Xavier will recover soon. He is indeed that good Samaritan of your Bible.”

“Yes Sir, God will save him, we are sure.” The words came out from the mouths of all the people assembled there and it echoed from corridor to corridor. No doubt God will do here a miracle, my mind murmured.




Posted By: Dr. K. V. Dominic Category: Creative Writing

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About Dr. K. V. Dominic

Dr. K. V. Dominic, English poet, critic, short story writer and editor is a retired professor of the PG & Research Department of English, Newman College, Thodupuzha, Kerala, India. He had been the Editor of the international refereed biannual journal Indian Journal of Postcolonial Literatures (IJPCL), published from Newman College, from 2002 to his retirement in 2011. He was born on 13 February 1956 at Kalady, a holy place in Kerala where Adi Sankara, the philosopher who consolidated the doctrine of Advaita Vedanta was born. He took his PhD on the topic “East-West Conflicts in the Novels of R. K. Narayan with Special Reference to The Vendor of Sweets, Waiting for the Mahatma, The Painter of Signs and The Guide” from Mahatma Gandhi University, Kottayam, Kerala. In addition to innumerable poems, short stories and critical articles published in national and international journals, he has authored/edited twenty six books so far. The titles are: (1) Postcolonial Readings in Indo-Anglian Literature, (2) Selected Short Stories in Contemporary Indo-Anglian Literature, (3) Pathos in the Short Stories of Rabindranath Tagore, (4) Reason and Fantasy (A Collection of Poems and Short Stories),  (5) Winged Reason (A Collection of Poems), (6) Stephen Gill’s Poetry: A Panorama World Peace,  (7) Discourses on Contemporary Indian English Poets,  (8) Studies in Contemporary Canadian Literature, (9) Critical Studies on Contemporary Indian English Women Writers,  (10) Write Son, Write (A Collection of Poems), (11) Critical Perspectives on the Poetry of R. K. Singh, D. C. Chambial and I. K. Sharma, (12) Discourses on Five Indian Poets in English: Keki N. Daruwalla, Shiv K. Kumar, Pronab Kumar Majumder, Syed Ameeruddin and Aju Mukhopadhyay, (13) Concepts and Contexts of Diasporic Literature of India,  (14) Changing Face of Women in Literature: The Flaming Spirit, (15) Studies on Six Indian Poets in English: Jayanta Mahapatra, Hazara Singh, P C K Prem, Gopikrishnan Kottoor, Manas Bakshi, Chandramoni Narayanaswamy, (16) Multicultural Consciousness in the Novels of R. K. Narayan,  (17) African and Afro-American Literature: Insights and Interpretations,  (18) Critical Evaluation  of  Contemporary Indian Poetry in English (19) Multicultural Symphony (A Collection of Poems), (20) Multicultural Literature of India: A Critical Evaluation of Contemporary Regional Literatures (21) World English Fiction: Bridging Oneness, (22) Jayanti M. Dalal: Select Stories, (23) Sarojini Sahoo’s Feminine Reflections  (24) Indian Literatures in English: New Directions, Newer Possibilities, (25) Who is Responsible? ( A Collection of Short Stories) and (26) Abheepsa (A Collection of Hindi Translated Poems)  Prof. Dominic is the Secretary of Guild of Indian English Writers, Editors and Critics (GIEWEC), a non-profitable registered organization having now two hundred and fifty members mainly consisting of university/college professors, research scholars and professional English writers. Prof. Dominic has conducted several national seminars and workshops all over India. He is a SAARC writer and participant of SAARC literary festivals. He is the Editor and Publisher of the international refereed biannual journal, International Journal on Multicultural Literature (IJML) and Editor-in-Chief of the Guild’s international refereed biannual journal, Writers Editors Critics (WEC). Both the journals are abstracted and indexed by Literary Reference Centre Plus, EBSCO Host, USA for Worldwide reference. He is also the publisher of the international refereed annual, New Fiction Journal (NFJ). Dr. Dominic has been interviewed by the reputed Italian Professor, Prof. Elisabetta Marino, and it appeared in the renowned Italian journal MOSAICO in Italy and Brazil as well as its English translation in international refereed quarterly journal, Labyrinth from Gwalior. He is in the Advisory and Editorial Boards of several leading journals in India. International Poets Academy, Chennai conferred on him its highest award LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD in 2009. India Inter-Continental Cultural Association, Chandigarh conferred on him Kafla Inter-continental Award of Honour SAHITYA SHIROMANI in recognition of his contribution in the field of literature at the 10th International Writers' Festival at Trivandrum (Kerala) on 28th December 2014. An edited book on K. V. Dominic’s poetry, consisting of 25 critical papers, an interview and some of his famous poems is going to be released soon from the American publishing house, Modern History Press under the title Philosophical Musings for Meaningful Life: An Analysis of K. V. Dominic’s Poems. The book is edited by Dr. S. Kumaran of Chennai. Prof. Dominic can be contacted at: Email: Web Site:, Blog:

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