I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only when I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

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

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. 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, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.