Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.