In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.