Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats when I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love in other people.