Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.