In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be standing room only once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight over to an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.