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

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and invariably became completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on another few kilometres until the bus got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could rush hurriedly for the nearest washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took a few steps forward and told the operator to stop, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way to the park opposite the street, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.