Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.