In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be completely full when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.