I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and would always be without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away 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 getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.