Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained full and was consistently completely full when I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I understood I was unable to last. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required 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 needed him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing the following days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

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

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.