I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It remained full and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.