I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to make it. 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 am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent several days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.

Julie Myers
Julie Myers

Marlon Vance is a seasoned sports analyst with over a decade of experience in betting markets, specializing in data-driven predictions and strategy development.