I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently completely full by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked 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 throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.