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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and would always be without any seats once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to be sick. He opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.