Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It remained full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I apparently fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.