In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.