I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be without any seats by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently fainted. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I made my way home passing several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.