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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

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, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about humanity.