I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love in other people.