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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to 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 an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.