I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took several steps to ask 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 determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love in other people.