Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be completely full once I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.