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

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. However I apparently blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.