Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself 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 behind a bush to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.