Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.