Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.