In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be completely full by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.