In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close 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. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.