Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.