Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.