The Man At The Well

I went to the well like everything was well.
The sun was beating down and it was hot as Hoblitzelle.
The was a man sitting tired form his journey
He asked for a drink and I thought he was very undeserving.
"You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan and a woman at that
So how can you ask me for a drink when you know of that fact?"
I'm so tired of this life. These Jewish men are causing me strife. They go to their synagogues and thank God for the condition of their birth. Born a man, conveniently higher than a woman on this earth. And here's this man asking me for water? Talking like a fool about some living water.
"Excuse me sir, you have no bucket and this well is deep. So how are you going to get this living water for me to drink?"
He's still blabbering on. What drugs is he on? Never thirsting. Eternal life. Nowa days we call that a lie but he's still trying.
"Ok I'll take your water. Only because coming to this well is such a bother."
What does he want to do with my husband?
"Sir, I have no husband..."
Wow. He knows I've had 5 guys and number 6 is just in the mean time.
"Wow. you really are a prophet."
And then I lost it.
I left my jar at the well and began to tell of the man that knew of my internal Hell.

Could this be our Christ?
The one who will win our fight?