Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.