Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and then spent several days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.