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

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always full and would always be standing room only when I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to an adjacent building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.