I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about humanity.