I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit down when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.