In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.