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

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.