In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.