Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. It remained full and invariably became completely full when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, informing him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. So he virtually supported my weight down into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.