Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be standing room only when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.