Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.