Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats when I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick 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 believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.