Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became completely full when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to an adjacent building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.