I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.