Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I apparently blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.