Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained full and would always be completely full by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I realised I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting down 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 I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.