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

During my my late teens, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.