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

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became completely full once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.