I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full when I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.