I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.