Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus got to my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.