In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.