Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and began attempting to walk to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.