I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became completely full when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home and spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.