Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure for a few more stops before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; like someone had turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk across to the park on the other side, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to stand up just then but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I returned home passing the next few days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.