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

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to persevere for a few more stops until the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to rise just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.