I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. But then I must have blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up 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 getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.