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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be standing room only when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way to the park across the road, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.