Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight over to a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.