In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I returned home and then spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment 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 hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.