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

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It remained full and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I must have blacked out. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight down into an adjacent building and guided me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I returned home and spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He was proof that our default setting leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.