In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and would always be completely full when I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay 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? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.