Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up at that moment but I was able to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.