I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk into an adjacent 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 felt better enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home passing several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.