Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

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

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.