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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be completely full once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to stop, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.