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

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous as the bus lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus got to my destination, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. Yet I apparently blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise right away but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.