I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.