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

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.