In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.