Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, telling him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I must have blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.