In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I must have fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.