I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.