I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing several days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.