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

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and would always be without any seats when I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could reached my destination, and then I could make a mad dash to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I realised I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved to not get sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward the park.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, I was lifted up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired whether I required him to stay with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit on the restroom floor when from beyond the stall I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to get up right away but I was able to say thank you and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

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 was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.