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

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.