Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.