Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually full and was consistently completely full once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, at which point I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was determined not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. Yet I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me over to a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up just then but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing several days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that our default setting is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.