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

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love in other people.