Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed several steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued 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 undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.