Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be standing room only when I got on.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the avenue close to the stop when I realised I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure to the point of sitting down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.