Two Teens Mock Poor Old Lady On Bus …Until Male Voice Interrupts Them
Two intoxicated teenagers began harassing an elderly woman on a bus, until a homeless man intervened, and it changed his life forever. Molly struggled to climb the steps onto the bus, relieved when she felt a firm hand under her elbow, helping her up. She turned to smile her gratitude, but the sight of the man made her flinch. The hand belonged to a tall, thin figure—clearly homeless, with an unkempt appearance. Molly quickly jerked her arm away, saying stiffly, “Thank you.”
The man smiled sadly, used to the looks of disgust and rejection. But Tom was still himself, despite everything. He watched as Molly sat down, her figure filling two seats, and there was something about her that reminded him of his mother. His mother, too, would have been disgusted to see him this way. Tom walked to the back of the bus and sat alone. He closed his eyes, lost in thought, unable to shake memories of his little daughter, Daisy, and how she had clung to him.
Two years ago, Tom’s wife, Valery, was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, and her death shattered their world. For 18 months, Tom had drained their savings and even borrowed against their home for her treatments, but it was all for nothing. Valery passed away, and Tom had to sell their house to pay off the debt. His boss, growing impatient with Tom’s absences as Valery’s caregiver, fired him. Within days, Tom lost his home, his job, and, with Valery gone, all he had left was his daughter, Daisy.
After the sale of their house, Tom and Daisy were forced into a cramped one-bedroom apartment in a rundown building with graffiti-covered walls and the stench of decay in the hallways. When Child Services came, they took Daisy from him, and Tom could only visit her at the group home. Soon, he ended up living on the streets, with nothing but a bus ticket to see his daughter.
As Tom sank into his thoughts, a loud voice pulled him from his reverie. “Look here, driver!” a teenager slurred, clearly intoxicated. “This lady needs to pay for TWO tickets!” The teen swayed in front of Molly, grinning. His friend, equally drunk, swaggered over. “That’s right,” he sneered. “You gotta pay EXTRA for the extra seat!”
Molly gripped her purse tightly, trying not to show how uncomfortable she felt. The other passengers avoided making eye contact, unwilling to help her if the teens decided to rob her. One of the teens leaned over and poked her on the chest. “Move, lady!” he demanded. “We want those seats.”
Molly raised her chin, steadying herself. “Young man, there are plenty of other seats.” The second teen stepped forward, his words dripping with entitlement. “Sure there are, but we want THOSE seats. And you’re gonna give them to us!”
Just as he reached for her, a booming voice interrupted. “Get your hands off that lady, my friend, or you and I are going to have a problem!” The teens froze. Molly looked up in surprise to see the homeless man who had helped her boarding the bus. He stood taller now, with his head held high.
“You two can leave quietly, or I’ll help you off, but you’re getting off this bus,” he said calmly. The teens exchanged uncertain glances. Picking on a helpless old woman was one thing, but this man—though ragged in appearance—carried himself like someone who knew how to handle trouble.
At the next stop, the teens hurried off the bus, casting fearful glances back at Tom. He approached Molly, his voice soft. “Ma’am, did they hurt you? Do you need help?” Molly looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m alright… thanks to you. Could you please help me home?”
Tom nodded. “Of course, ma’am. Anything I can do.”
When they arrived at Molly’s building, Tom helped her down and walked her to her apartment. Inside, Molly insisted he stay for a slice of apple pie and coffee. As they shared the meal, Molly learned Tom’s story and frowned. “I wonder…” she said, picking up her phone. After a brief conversation, she smiled triumphantly. “My son runs a farm upstate. His right-hand man just quit, and he’s looking for someone. I think you might be the perfect fit!”
Tom was taken aback. “But… I don’t know anything about farming.”
“I told my son that, but I also told him you’re strong, determined, and that you can learn anything,” Molly said with a reassuring smile. “And you’ve got a pretty big incentive to succeed. Am I wrong?”
Tears welled up in Tom’s eyes. “No, you’re right…”
“The job comes with a cottage, a good salary, insurance, everything,” Molly added. “And in a few months, I believe you’ll have Daisy back.”
And that’s exactly what happened. Tom and Molly’s son worked well together, and six months later, Child Services returned Daisy to her father. Together, they started a new life.
This story teaches us that by helping others, we help ourselves. Tom stepped in to help Molly, and in return, his life—and his relationship with his daughter—was restored. Never judge people by their appearance. Molly didn’t care about Tom’s ragged looks; in the end, he was the one who saved her.
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