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 daily commute involved an express bus. It remained full and was consistently standing room only by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.