Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I made my way home passing several days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.