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

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer before the bus reached where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to be sick. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start crawling towards my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into a close-by structure and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.