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

During my my late teens, my morning travel involved an express bus. It remained full and would always be without any seats by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I managed several steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.