Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have blacked out. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing the following days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about humanity.