Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk As a Stranger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

During my nineteenth year, my regular journey to work meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I boarded.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick before a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and began attempting to walk to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. But then I must have lost consciousness. I could feel my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see properly, leading me to start inching my way to my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I got scooped up. There was an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and shortly thereafter was able to move my legs. I made my way home passing the following days getting over what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw his features – only his legs and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.