I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats when I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.