I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.