I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love in other people.