I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me down into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up at that moment but did manage to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.