Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained crowded and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.