Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always full and was consistently completely full once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. 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, something I love in other people.