I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.