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

During my 19 years old, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. But then I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.