Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full when I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I took several steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.