Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I returned home passing the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.