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

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be standing room only when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. However I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.