Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.