Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became standing room only when I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, informing him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.