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 regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to vomit. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up at that moment but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.