Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I returned home passing several days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.