Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full when I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took a few steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. Yet I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise at that moment but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved 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. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.