On the bus, an elderly woman was scolding a young man for his tattoos, and the young man didn’t pay her any attention… until this happened…

On the bus, the elderly woman would look at the young man in a white tank top, at his tattoo-covered arms, then suddenly turn to the window and mutter something under her breath.

The young man, wearing headphones, seemed completely detached — the music drowned out all the voices around him, and he didn’t even notice the sideways glances. But at one point, the grandmother lost her patience:

— Well, what has happened to the youth today! — she exclaimed loudly. — Why do you have all this devilish stuff drawn on your body?

The young man pulled out one earbud and politely asked:

— Grandma, is something wrong?

— “Something wrong?” — she mocked. — With a body like that, you won’t get into heaven, it’s a mortal sin! Terrible. How can the earth bear people like you?

— I haven’t done anything wrong to you, — he replied calmly. — This is my body, and I have the right to do with it whatever I want.

But his words only added fuel to the fire.

— Ugh! In my day, young people never spoke like this to their elders! — the grandmother raised her voice. — Who gave you the right to speak to me like that? Because of people like you, the country has fallen apart! Now they walk around all decorated like devils! If your parents saw you — shame! With drawings like that, you won’t find a proper wife. God will punish you, understand? You’ll wander the world until you realize how heavy your sins are!

She crossed herself, shook her head, and added:

— May your hands wither if you ruin your body with the needle again! And may each drawing make your soul darker!

The young man didn’t reply. He just sighed deeply and turned to look out the window. The bus continued on, but the grandmother didn’t stop:

— Oh, my blood pressure has risen because of you, rude boy! Thank God I don’t have children like you. Shame, there’s no youth left!

Suddenly, her face went pale, and she clutched her chest.

— Oh… I don’t feel well… I can’t breathe… — she rasped.

People on the bus looked away indifferently: some pretended not to hear, others simply turned away. No one moved.

Only the young man with tattoos removed his headphones and looked at her attentively. Then, unexpectedly for everyone, he said quietly but firmly…

— Grandma… I’m a paramedic.

The bus seemed to freeze, as if time itself had stopped for a moment.

The young man immediately rushed to the grandmother. Confidently and quickly, without panic, he removed her thick scarf, unbuttoned the top button of her sweater, and helped her take a deeper breath.

— Breathe, calmly… Don’t panic, — he said softly, completely unlike the “rude boy” the woman had just called him.

He acted as if he already knew exactly what to do: he checked her pulse, slightly lifted her to make her feel more comfortable.

— She’s having strong spasms, her blood pressure is unstable, — he said quickly, taking out his phone. — We need an ambulance immediately.

He dialed the number and clearly, like a professional, gave the address, the bus route, and the woman’s condition.

— Hold on, Grandma, the doctors are on their way, — he said, looking her in the eyes. — I’m with you, everything will be fine.

The grandmother, still pale and weak, barely opened her eyes. For a moment, her gaze showed surprise, even embarrassment. She seemed to want to say something, but didn’t have the strength — she only nodded faintly.