I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.