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

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill when the coach swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

As we neared the street towards the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.