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

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home and spent several days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore in other people.