Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.