In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full when I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.