Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.