Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.