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Could you give me a push?

Long into the evening George could not sleep due to the crackling thunder, the pouring rain, and the knocking of a branch upon the bedroom window. He tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, when finally the storm tapered down to a steady rainfall and his head sank into his pillow.

Just then came knocking at the front door, and then after a bit the doorbell rang. Irritated and yearning for sleep, George pulled a pillow over his head to drown out the noise. It rang again and once more. Helen, his wife, shook him. "George, someone's at the front door. You've got to go down there." George replied, testily "It's 2 AM... what's somebody want at this time of the morning?!!!" Helen shook him again and George rolled out of bed in a huff, stomping through the house downstairs, where he yanked open the front door in rage.

"Excuuusssse mee sirrrr..." the stranger slurred, obviously very drunk. "Couuuuuld ya givvvve me a pushhhhh? I was at a terriffic weddddding recepppptionnn an' I lost my way in the rrrrraain and I ended upppp onn thiss counntry road, aaand noww I need a push... " George was furious. "You want me to come out there in the pouring rain at 2AM to give you a push when you're stinking drunk? No way! You need to sit down and sober up!" With that, George slammed the door on the fellow and stomped back upstairs, angrily throwing the blankets over himself as he tried yet again to get some sleep.

Seconds later, Helen was shaking his shoulder. "George, what happened out there? You were back so soon. Did you help him?" George told her what went on at the door, and was cursing in anger when Helen lectured him: "Now George, you know what the Reverend said on Sunday. We must love one another. We must be our brother's keeper. You need to do the right thing. It doesn't matter how drunk that man is, you need to go down there and give that poor fellow a push!"

George knew that there would be no sleep for him that night with Helen on the warpath, and in the distance through the rain they occasionally heard the drunken stranger outside lamenting his awful situation, so George reluctantly and irritatedly grabbed his housecoat and stomped downstairs again. He put on his boots over his bare feet, threw on an overcoat, and took a ballcap from the closet shelf.

Opening the front door, George shouted "I'm here to help you now. Do you still need a push?" Joyfully, the drunken stranger shouted out "Yes sir! Yes, I still need a push. I'm over here on the swing set!"