I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and would always be completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.