Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “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 regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.