I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.