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

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus arrived at my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

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

Many times, life tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about humanity.