Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute was on an express bus. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.