I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.