Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.