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

During my 19 years old, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I likely fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.