Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. The vehicle was always full and was consistently standing room only when I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. However I likely blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.