Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.