Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent several days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.