We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
There are two levels of the story of the Good Samaritan. One is the obvious message: compassion to those in need. In passing, I'll say it's easier to be compassionate to the dramatic need like someone who's been injured, and harder to be compassionate to the mundane need, like holding doors or cleaning up spills so people don't fall.
The second level is that Samaritan was the social equivalent of -- I need a racial pejorative and they'll all get stuck in moderation. A Samaritan was a Jew but not an Israelite. So a despised foreigner aided "...him who fell among thieves..."