I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.