I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible 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 jammed and was consistently without any seats when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.