Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and would always be standing room only once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I returned home passing the next few days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.