Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.