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

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only when I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.