I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and would always be completely full when I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.