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

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.