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

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work was on an packed public transport. It was perpetually full and would always be without any seats when I got on.

On one specific day, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could got to my stop, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front inside the vehicle, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to wait for me but I said no.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I returned home and then spent the following days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – merely his legs and the big steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.