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

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to get ill. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.