I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly 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 hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.