In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I made my way home and spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.