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

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.