I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. Yet I likely fainted. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.