I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps forward and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.