Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way across to the park across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise just then but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.