Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love in other people.