In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I got myself home passing several days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

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

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about humanity.