Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to be sick. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and spent the following days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love in other people.