Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently completely full once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.