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

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.