I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. But then I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.