In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only when I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble across to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

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 people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.