I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.