In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained full and invariably became completely full once I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.