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Yeah, the title sounds weird. But yeah, push someone. Good morning beautiful people. Hope your night was splendid because mine was superb. So yesterday, I went to church for Night of Worship and something remarkable happened just as I stepped out of the church compound. The addictive me was pressing her phone, chatting obviously. I was bumping into people but I kept saying 'Sorry' each time that happened. I was, in a way subconscious of the little 'drains/ditches' up ahead. I was fixated on my phone, like there was something I would get out of the chat. Just when I thought I had had it all for the night, a lady pushed me. It was not like she bumped into me from the side or anything. She pushed me with her open palm. I was not angry at first because I thought she was 'one of those people' you meet on the street. I looked up ahead and there was a hole in the ground which I would have fallen into had she not pushed me. I looked at her and said, 'Thank you'. Of course I didn't feel stupid because i did not insult her when she pushed me, neither did I make faces at her. It all happened in a flash. Had she not pushed me, I would have fallen into that hole and I would be the laughing stock of everybody.
What am I saying? There is someone around you who needs a little push from you. Some words of encouragement could take someone to heights he or she might never have ever imagined. Push has been 'defined' as
Pray
Until
Something
Happens

I'll put it as  Pray until something happens to someone. Your journey in life is not complete until you affect someone, positively.
I don't know who that Lady is, wish I did. But my heart will forever bless and be grateful to her.
Push Someone, you're helping yourself indirectly.
Have a blessed day ahead!
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