Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.