Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.