In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.