I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.