I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats once I boarded.

One particular morning, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to make it. In an instant, it was like a veil came over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to stop, informing him I was going to be sick. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I must have fainted. I sensed my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk into an adjacent building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent several days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.