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

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. However I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.