The UK woman who was sexually assaulted on a bus launched an online Facebook appeal to find the man who stepped up and faced her attacker.
The 30 year-old writer and filmmaker, was aboard a 207 bus in London when a man grabbed her. A fellow passenger defended her.
She wrote on a Facebook post: “To the man on the 207 bus towards Acton last night (the tall, dark, and dapper one with the beard)
“Thank you for saying something when that man grabbed me. Thank you for insisting that it was not acceptable."
“Most of all, thank you for asking him about the women in his life, his mother, his sister... You said, “She could be your sister. She is someone's sister”, and in doing so you made me a person. You made us a community.
“Please, let's all endeavour to 'say something', please share, and please help me find this awesome dude so I can buy him a pint!”
Now, she has tracked down a man who defended her and shared a photo of her beside the man who stood up for her on the bus.
“Last night, I got to meet and thank this Good Samaritan and all round awesome dude - Firat!” she wrote on Facebook.
She went on to thank all those who had shared her story, as well as the Metropolitan Police.
“Most of all, I am grateful the many who shared their own stories. In this way, the post went far beyond one person speaking out for another in the microcosm of a 207 bus towards Acton.
“It became an international and intersectional discussion. For that, Firat and I agreed, we are both very thankful."
She went on to urge others to “follow Firat’s lead” and stand up against sexual harassment. Source: Independent.
It is important to thank someone when they help you. The connection gives a sense of completion.
I don't remember ever being at risk of injury, although I feared the seedy side of the London streets when I first arrived in 1987 all alone. I'd heard of attacks on women on the underground. After living in my home country of Australia for all of my 45 years, I was not prepared for danger.
However, I never faced a threat.
I helped other women with their pushchairs up and down the steep underground stairs. They thanked me. I spoke to other women about trivial matters while waiting for a train. An open, friendly countenance does wonders for the way we are treated.
If anybody does something for me, my immediate response is to thank them. But why is this so important to us? I think it goes beyond the early lessons we are taught. It's a basic response, coming deep from the heart.
Why do YOU need to thank a person who has helped you in some way?