In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.