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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. However I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.