I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and would always be standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.