I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and was consistently standing room only once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before 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 secretly conceal myself near some foliage to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. So he virtually carried me into a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, 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 was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing the next few days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.