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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards the destination as I understood I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.