Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an express bus. It was perpetually full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park opposite the street, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.