Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.