The Samaritan Woman story and Pittard Trethewy's fits and starts daily.

"Hurry up and wait! Hurry up and wait!"  was all they told Pittard Trethewy.  All the time.

Hurry up to the chow line, and wait in line for 25 minutes.

Hurry up and eat, so you can wait to form-up and exit in formation.

Even hurry up to you own death, where you wait two days in a freezer before saying goodbye, and then?  Why, it was too much for a simple boy from a village named Neuwiscky back in the old country, all the "hurry up and wait!", contrary attitudes of being that kept him off-balance in body and mind.

Hurry up and wait!

Then the wait before glory!

The Samaritan Woman had lived a confusing life, one suspects, unsure of what she wanted for life, searching aimlessly and never quite finding fulfillment.  She had different partners, and an estranged husband somewhere in Samaria--her life had been one long search, and so many disappointments.

Until that day at the well, when Christ said, "if you knew of this water, you would never thirst again."

"I perceive you are one of the prophets!"  And she spread word in town, and they publicized his presence, and would come to see.

And the disciples returned to the well with bread, and were perplexed that the Lord resting, and that he hungered not; not by bread alone, but by every word of the truth of God--the bread of life.

The end to suffering that is the hope in Christ--from turning water to wine at a party, to washing the disciple's feet.  An end to suffering, and in humility and forthrightness, an end to sorrow and shame.