I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured 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 for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.