Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was 19 years old, my morning travel was on an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, so I could then sprint quickly toward the most convenient public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to my stop and it dawned on me I would not be to hold on. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself near some foliage to vomit. Yet I likely fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started crawling towards the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. So he virtually carried me into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up right away but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I made my way home passing the next few days getting over which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.