I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained full and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I made my way home passing the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, something I love in other people.