Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to vomit. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

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

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.