Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently standing room only when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon 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 close to the driver of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.