Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps forward and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to vomit. However I likely fainted. I could feel my limbs, but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only 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. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love in other people.