In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few 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 helped me, when 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 melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.