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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently standing room only once I boarded.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to make it. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to throw up. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know whether I required him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the stall I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I did succeed to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days healing from which was a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – merely his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Frequently, society has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a trait I cherish about humanity.