I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach rocked around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I would not be to make it. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.