Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. It remained jammed and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about humanity.