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

At the age of my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained jammed and would always be completely full when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I kept telling myself to endure just a little longer before the bus got to my destination, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to last. Suddenly, it was like a veil came over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a couple of steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and began attempting to stumble to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my limbs, but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to a close-by structure and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed 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 ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up at that moment but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I returned home passing the following days getting over which was a severe stomach virus.

I did not see that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love in other people.