Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up just then but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.