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

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I understood I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to wait for 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 came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.