Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus lurched around the bends. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when it dawned on me I wasn’t going to last. In an instant, it was like a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver of the bus, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and started trying to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide among some shrubs to vomit. Yet I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my legs. I returned home and then spent the following days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.