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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.