In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I realised I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.