Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.