In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.