Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It remained crowded and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the stop when I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, informing him that I was about to get ill. He opened the doors and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was resolved to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and began attempting to make my way across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to throw up. But then I must have blacked out. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to vomit. So he virtually carried me over to a nearby building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my legs. I made my way home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and the big container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love about my fellow humans.