I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.