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

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.