I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love in other people.