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

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.