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

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently completely full when I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer until the bus reached my destination, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to throw up.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the destination as I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to be sick. He opened the bus doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble across to the park across the road, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to throw up. But then I likely lost consciousness. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I got myself home and then spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be 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, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.