I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and would always be completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.