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

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats once I boarded.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver inside the vehicle, allowing me to take several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him that I was about to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to avoid being sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to make my way toward the green space across the road, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide near some foliage to vomit. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to get up just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing several days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he had with him – but he saved me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.