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

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I apparently blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.