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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.