In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It remained full and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.