I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained full and would always be without any seats by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. But then I must have blacked out. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.