I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.