Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and would always be without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him that I was about to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this unknown man that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.