I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. The vehicle was always full and would always be without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.