A young teen gave a brilliant reply to two drunk men after they threatened an old lady on the bus and tried to drag her out of her seat.
It had been a typical day in Ashmont, Massachusetts, except that the bus that Mrs. Hudson often took was more packed than usual; all of the seats were taken. But this did not deter the new passengers who boarded the bus at the first stop, making it appear even more crowded.
Thankfully, Mrs. Hudson had acquired a window seat, so the gentle breeze put her at ease, even though she was feeling nauseous. However, her relief was short-lived, as two drunks boarded the bus and began bullying her to give up her seat…
“Hey!” one of them yelled at her. “Wha – What do ya thin’, you – you oldie? Don – don’t ya hear what I’m sayin’, huh?” he slurred his words.
Mrs. Hudson glanced at him, a little afraid and clutching her handbag close to her, her queasy feeling growing deeper owing to the stink of the cheap booze that ruffled through the air.
“Get away from me!” she yelled back. “I’m not giving up my seat to cretins like you!”
The man clenched his fist at that point. “Wha – What…what did you…hic…what did you say?”
“I AM NOT GIVING UP MY SEAT!” she repeated. “GET LOST!”
The men who were so inebriated that they couldn’t even stand inside the bus without clutching the handgrips exchanged a quick glance before one of them yanked her purse from her fingers and tossed it down the aisle.
When the woman seated beside Mrs. Hudson saw this, she spoke up. “Hello, sir! You’ve got to calm down, okay? She paid for this seat, so leave her alone. It’d be better if you just stepped back!”
“Huh,” the man laughed. “And who…who he – hell are you, eh, darling? Would you mind coming with us, uh? Hey, Kale! ” he told his buddy. “Thi – This wacko ain’t gettin’ it. Lady, you’d be sorry!”
With that, he took a step forward and grabbed Mrs. Hudson’s arm, dragging her out of her seat while the other man grabbed the other woman’s hand. Several passengers intervened to stop the two drunk men, but they began hitting them, diverting the bus driver’s attention and prompting him to use the brakes abruptly, causing the vehicle to come to a halt with a jerk.
Mrs. Hudson almost fell out of her seat, injuring her head in the process. The inebriated males, on the other hand, did not cool down. They made another attempt to drag the elderly lady out of her seat by pushing everyone who stood in their way.
But a young boy who had been watching since he removed his headphones taught them a lesson they would never forget…
“Hey, guys!” he yelled at them from his seat in front of the bus. “Why don’t you take my seat? Anyway, I’m getting off soon.”
“Hey, boy!” a passenger told him. “Don’t be a fool! Why are you allowing them to get away with it? They’re wrong, and we shouldn’t give up our seats for them!”.
“It’s alright, sir,” he replied, smiling. “Guys, come over! I really don’t mind giving up my seat!”
The two men exchanged glances before letting go of Mrs. Hudson and approaching him, but the boy stopped them. “One of you first, sir. I just have one seat, so….”
“Now, now…that…that’s…like a good boy!” one of them managed to slur as they clumsily proceeded to the young boy’s seat. He moved aside and nodded to the bus driver, putting the first phase of his plan into action…
As the man approached the seat, the young boy went behind him, motioning for the driver to open the door of the bus. “Hey…why are you….” the man had just started to speak when the young boy pushed him from behind and kicked him out of the bus.
Stunned, the other guy sobered up in no time and approached the boy violently in an attempt to attack him, but the passengers grabbed hold of him, and he, like his friend, was tossed out as well.
“Close the door right now!” the young boy called out to the driver. The bus driver shut the door, grabbed the wheel, and sped away before the two drunks could get back on their feet. Everyone was impressed by the boy’s bravery and began applauding.
Mrs. Hudson could tell from the boy’s disheveled appearance that he wasn’t well off, so she decided to give him a small present. “I appreciate it very much, boy…what you did for me. This is a small thank you for your assistance,” she explained, handing him a $100 bill.
“Thank you, ma’am,” the teen said as he silently accepted the money and exited the bus. But that wasn’t the end of the story.
“Excuse me? Can we please talk?” a young woman’s voice alerted the boy from behind as he got down from the bus.
He turned around to see the woman who was seated beside Mrs. Hudson. “Yes?”
“Hey!” she said, panting, as she came to a halt. “My – my name’s Sandra, and I’m a journalist at the Daily Gazette! I just saw what you did on the bus, and it was super cool.”
“Ah well,” the boy shrugged. “Thanks, Sandra! My name is Peter. Nice to meet you!”
“Well, Peter, would you mind if you just dropped by our office for an interview? I filmed what happened on the bus, and if you don’t mind, we’d want to use it for our 9 p.m. newscast tonight.”
“Woah! Yeah, sure. But how would I get in touch with you once I arrive there?”
“Oh, my bad!” she said as she rummaged through her purse for her business card. “Here. This has all the details. So, see you at 8?”
“Cool!” Peter smiled and walked away.
“So, how do you feel, Peter, about receiving so much affection from everyone for the good deed you did for a stranger on the bus?” a reporter from the Daily Gazette’s office asked Peter while Sandra’s footage was being played at regular intervals on a screen.
“Ah, well, my grandmother always believes that we should help those in need. I’m an orphan, and when I saw the old lady on the bus, I immediately thought of what I would have done if it had been my grandmother. So, I believe those men deserved what I did,” he responded. “I would ask people to simply be kind to others; you know, I feel like being kind is just cool, which so many people forget!”
“That’s quite impressive coming from a young boy like you, Peter. So would you like to—”
The interview continued for 30 minutes, during which Peter also shared how his grandma worked hard to send him to school and how they’d been struggling financially.
Following the interview, some people were impressed by Peter’s bravery and charity and established a GoFundMe page for him and his grandma. Surprisingly, they gathered a substantial sum in just three days, and when Peter’s grandma received it and discovered it was for the good act Peter had performed, she couldn’t be prouder of her 15-year-old grandson.