Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. However I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.