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

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be standing room only when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society 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 people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.