In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.