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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.