Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained full and was consistently without any seats by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to stop, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.