In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.