Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus reached my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.