In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.