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 was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. But then I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.