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

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.