Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making 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, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.