In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.