Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and was consistently without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.