The not so good Samaritan.

It's been two full days since I saw a pretty bad car crash on my way back from work. After a long week of spiritual and emotional battles (and counting) I finished my work on an early day just waiting to get back to my apartment to crash and leave the world behind my dreams.
On my way up I was cruising down the 5 North when all of a sudden everyone started breaking, and I could see that an accident just happened. I felt this urge to pull over and help, it was this nagging feeling on my heart just telling me to pull my car over. As I drove by contemplating whether I should stop, or just go back to my apartment and sleep, I decided to choose the latter. My justification? Well, there are other people that can help.
After driving past it on a clear freeway, I started to beat myself upside the head. The accident was really bad. Both cars totaled, one with the whole front just smashed in, and one with the side crushed in. I kept replaying what I saw as I passed by and rubbernecked. And I realized that I was so selfish... At that point I lost all sense of tiredness and just kept calling myself "stupid" and "selfish." And then... the story of the Good Samaritan came plunging down on me. A sudden flood of emotions realizing that I was that hypocritical priest that walked by, I was the one who preached one thing but acted another, I'm the hypocritical Christian that the world despises, thinking about these things made me really sad.
God has blessed me with the ability to know first aid, and how to help in these situations, and yet I ignored the voice of the Lord and kept driving, trying to live my life as if I'm the only one that mattered. And over these past few days, that event just kept replaying at the most random times.
Lesson learned: I need to pick it up. It's time to do good when people are watching and when they aren't.