I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.