Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained full and invariably became without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park across the road, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent the following days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.