Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually full and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I understood I would not be to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.