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

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I managed several steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk 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 said no.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.