I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently completely full once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I likely fainted. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.