It was just another hot afternoon in Lagos. I was heading home from work, tired when I saw her an elderly woman standing beside the road, panicking and pacing.
I would have walked past, but something told me to stop.
“Good afternoon, ma,” I said. “Are you okay?”
She looked at me with eyes full of fear.
“My son was just rushed to the hospital. They’re asking me to send money, but my phone has no airtime, and I don’t know how to recharge.”
Without thinking, I opened my wallet. I had just one ₦500 recharge card I was saving to call my sister later.
I gave it to her.
She thanked me with tears in her eyes and quickly recharged her phone. Within seconds, she was on a call, speaking to someone in Hausa, then transferring money. Her face changed from fear to relief.
“You just helped save my son’s life,” she said, quietly.
I never saw her again. But that ₦500 card, which meant almost nothing to me at the time, became the reason someone’s child lived.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes, the little help you give can change someone’s entire story.
Sometimes, the little help you give can change someone’s entire st
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