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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.