Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up just then but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.