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

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.