I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.