Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It remained jammed and invariably became standing room only when I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up right away but I was able to thank him and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. 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, something I love about humanity.