I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

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

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.