I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats when I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.