Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained full and would always be without any seats when I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. Yet I apparently blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.