In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. But then I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.