Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. But then I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent several days healing 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 – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.