I was on holiday this summer in Brighton staying with my cousins. One of my cousins and I were in the town by the pier, and we had been shopping all day as well as sunbathing on the beach. We realised it was getting late and we needed to get a bus back home, we had to walk quite far up a hill to get to the bus stop i had sand stuck in ny shoes and clothes and it was rubbing which was very uncomfortable but, when we got there, we realised there had been an accident at the top of the road meaning the buses coudlnt get to the bus stop. My cousin and I decided it would be a good idea to walk to the next bus stop where the road was clear. However, i noticed a woman possibly late fourties early fifties looking rather distressed at the current bus stop and when i approached her she asked me if i knew when the next bus was coming or where it would pick up from. I told her that we were heading to the next closest bus stop and she said shed join us. She looked rather tired and as we started walking she picked up a big storage box which was very awkward to carry and i saw her struggling. I then carried the storage box to her stop which was further than my own, all the way to the bottom of the hill and carried it on the bus for her when her bus arrived and walked back up to my own bus stop. It made me feel so much better having done that for the lady especially when she was only small and as i am quite tall and fairly strong from working with horses, i thought it would only be the right thing to do.