Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. Yet I apparently fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love in other people.