Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. But then I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.