“A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn in Jericho and took care of him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’ “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”
As the winners and runners-up wield their trophies and cheered at the shimmer of their win that day, I hope someday our elites will learn humanity at greater depths and not just visualize winning the glory as an ultimatum to their endeavours in life. I salute the hockey team that despite given an opportunity to make it to the tops, they are able to see that helping a fallen friend means a greater achievement in life than the shimmer of the silver cup.