Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned 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 couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.