Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could reached my stop, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, informing him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and endeavored to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home and spent several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love about humanity.