Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a few steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.