In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.