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

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always full and was consistently without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.