In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently standing room only once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.