I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but 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 sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.