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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, 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 vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.