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

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full when I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.