Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.