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

Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently completely full once I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk over to a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise right away but I was able to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore in other people.