In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.