In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.