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

At the age of nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently standing room only once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and told the operator to pull over, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home and then spent several days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about humanity.