I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have blacked out. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.