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

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent several days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.