Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. He opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me 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 be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.