In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed several steps forward and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. But then I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.