Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became standing room only when I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.