Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became standing room only once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.