Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and was consistently standing room only when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.