Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.