Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill as the bus swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to persevere another few kilometres until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the road leading to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; similar to when one cut the sound. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I apparently lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. There was someone holding me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight down into a nearby building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I could not to stand up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the following days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.