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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres until the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to make it. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a couple of steps forward and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start crawling towards the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a nearby building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I was able to thank him and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – but he helped me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.