Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became completely full by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus arrived at my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park across the road, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to get to a bathroom. So he virtually supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.