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

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent several days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.