When a homeless guy intervenes to stop two inebriated youths from harassing an elderly woman on a bus, it changes his life. Molly struggled up the steps inside the bus and was relieved to feel a sturdy hand supporting her as she climbed. She turned to thank him with a grin on her face and winced.The hand covering her elbow belonged to a tall, thin man who looked like a scarecrow; he was obviously homeless and not very tidy. Molly gave a tight “thank you,” jerking her arm away from the man.
Sadly, the man grinned. He was accustomed to seeing rejection and disdain on people’s faces. But through it all, Tom was Tom. Molly sat down, her bulk taking up two seats, and he watched.She had an air about her that made him think of his mother.
The inevitable occurred when Child Services called and took Daisy away from Tom, allowing Tom to see her only by appointment at the group home. Before long, Tom found himself living on the streets with just a bus ticket to see Daisy as his only comfort. A loud voice startled Tom out of his trance and caused him to sit up and open his eyes. “Looky here, driver!” said a teenager, who Tom could see was drunk right away. “This lady is required to pay for TWO tickets!”
The teenager stood before Molly, smiling and swaying. His equally inebriated and youthful acquaintance swaggered over. That’s correct, he scoffed. “The additional seat costs EXTRA!” Molly winced and clutched her handbag while the other travelers studiously avoided her gaze.
Even if they intended to rob her, she could tell that not one of them would move an inch to protect a plump elderly woman from these inebriated youngsters. Leaning down, the first youngster prodded her in the chest. “Lady, you have to move!” he exclaimed. “Those seats are mine and my friend’s.” Molly raised her head. “Young man, there are a lot of empty seats elsewhere!” The other teenager came forward. “Yes, there are, but you’re going to give those seats to us? We want THOSE seats!”
Molly noticed the teen’s alcohol-infused breath as he reached for her. Just as he reached out to seize her, a strong voice interrupted. “My friend, get your hands off that lady or we’re going to tango!” That voice startled the teen, who jumped back and spun around. Molly was taken aback at seeing the vagrant who had assisted her boarding the bus approaching the teenagers. The man raised his head high and appeared much bigger. He calmly said, “You two boys can go quietly, or I can help you off, but you’re getting off the bus.” Molly noticed a flicker of terror cross the teenagers’ faces as they turned to confront him.
Picking on a defenseless elderly woman was one thing; getting into a fight with the tall, wiry man in front of them was quite another. Despite his tattered and worn-out clothing, Tom walked like a man who knew how to look after himself. The bus came to a stop at that very moment, and the two teenagers raced down the steps while glaring terrified at Tom over their shoulders. “Ma’am, did those boys hurt you?,” Tom asked Molly softly as he moved in her direction. Do you require assistance? Molly cast a tearful glance at Tom. “I’m fine,” she remarked. “Many thanks to you. Would you kindly come with me? Assist me to my house? Tom gave a nod. Naturally, Ma’am. Everything within my power.
Upon reaching Molly’s stop, Tom assisted her in getting off and guided her to her apartment complex. Molly demanded that Tom come up and get a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie. Molly scowled when she heard Tom’s narrative over the pie and coffee. “I wonder,” she said, pulling out her phone. She turned to Tom with a victorious smile after striking up a conversation with someone and inquiring as to whether a particular position was still open. “My son’s right-hand man recently quit, and he owns a farm upstate.
You seem like the kind of hardworking man he’s been seeking for.Tom seemed shocked! However…I have no knowledge of farming at all! “I told my son that, but I also told him that you could learn anything because you were strong and determined,” Molly remarked. Additionally, you have a strong motive to succeed. Am I mistaken? Tom shook his head, his eyes welling with sorrow. “The position comes with everything—a high pay, insurance, and a nice little cottage,” Molly continued. “I feel like you’ll have your Daisy back in a few months!” And everything transpired precisely as Molly had anticipated.
The son of Tom and Molly got along well, and six months after he started working, Child Services returned Daisy to her father and the two of them began a new life. What can we both gain from this? We benefit ourselves when we assist others. Tom gained his life back and his daughter back as a result of helping Molly. Never judge a person by their outward look. Tom’s disheveled appearance didn’t impress Molly, but in the end, he saved her.
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