Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

During my 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. It remained full and was consistently without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the street towards the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. I thought, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I likely fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.