I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.