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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained full and would always be completely full once I boarded.

One particular morning, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to the stop when I realised I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door came him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to stand up just then but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing several days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.