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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full when I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time 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 was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.