Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.