I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to get ill. The driver 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 picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. But then I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.