Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.