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

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my feet. I returned home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.