Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.