Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.