Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.