In Such Poor Health I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and then spent several days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.