I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained full and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.