Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.