I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.