Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.