I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I returned home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.