Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained full and would always be completely full once I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life 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 served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.