In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. It remained full and would always be standing room only when I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.