I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the next few days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.