In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.