I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.