Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be completely full once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. But then I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.