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

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.