Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. But then I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home passing the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – only his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.