Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only once I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I was aware of my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I returned home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.