Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently without any seats once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, so I could then make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I needed to get ill. He opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise just then but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw the stranger’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.