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

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

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 curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.