Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.