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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.