I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full when I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. However I apparently fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise at that moment but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.