I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.