Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and invariably became without any seats when I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.