Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.