In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and then spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.