I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and would always be completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.