Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained full and invariably became without any seats when I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.