There was a famous German
philanthropist (a person who donates money to a good cause) called Oberlin. He
was one day caught in a blinding snowstorm. He could not see a thing in front
of him. He cried out for help, but his shrieks were lost in the angry wind. Exhausted,
he dropped unconscious onto the snow.
A peasant happened to pass by. He saw a man lying unconscious on the
snow, and carried him in his arms to the warmth of his hut. After a while Oberlin
regained his senses. Looking into the eyes of the peasant who had saved him,
he said: “You have saved my life. I want to give you a rich reward.”
“A reward? What for?” asked the peasant in surprise. “I
saw a fellow man in distress and brought him to my hut. I have only done my duty.”
“At least tell me your name,” pleaded Oberlin.
The peasant smiled. “Tell me, friend, is the name of the Good Samaritan*
mentioned anywhere in the Bible?”
Oberlin thought for a moment, and then answered, “No, it is not.”
“Then,” smiled the peasant, “there is no need for my name
to be known either.”
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