I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full when I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.