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

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him that I was about to get ill. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.