I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.