Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats when I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took 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 bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and then spent several days recovering from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.