Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. But then I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.