In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I got myself home passing several days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.