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

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.