I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It remained full and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me over to an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish in other people.