Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.