Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats when I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. The world became blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to open the doors, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space on the other side, where I thought I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting down and from outside the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up just then 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 several days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love about humanity.