In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and would always be completely full once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, 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 legs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.