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

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.