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

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically carried me over to a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I returned home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about humanity.