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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. Yet I apparently fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.