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

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained jammed and invariably became completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public toilet to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, telling him I was going to get ill. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large 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 our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.