I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. But then I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.