In Such Poor Health Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full once I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I apparently fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.