Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became completely full when I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the bus doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.