Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became standing room only by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.