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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love in other people.