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

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.