I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained full and was consistently completely full when I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told 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 vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.