I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained jammed and would always be standing room only when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.