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

Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be standing room only by the time I boarded.

One particular morning, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus swayed around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I realised I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I was going to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk to the park across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and put me in the ladies’ toilets. 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 down when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days getting over which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.