Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.