In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.