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

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying 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. But then I must have fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I made my way home and spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.