Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I made my way home and then spent several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped 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 reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.