In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full when I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I returned home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment 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 melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.