In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to get ill. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. 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 trait I cherish about humanity.