Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became standing room only once I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. However I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home passing several days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.