Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained crowded and would always be completely full once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I returned home and then spent the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society 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 our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.