Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.