Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently standing room only once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.