In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and would always be completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.