Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically carried me into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I made my way home and then spent several days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.