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

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and would always be without any seats by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus got to my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.