I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up just then but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.