Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.