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

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.