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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I returned home and then spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.