I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It remained full and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and I realised I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about humanity.