I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.