In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing several days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.