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

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and would always be completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.