Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be standing room only once I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere just a little longer so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, and then I could make a mad dash toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it felt as if a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front of the bus, so I took several steps forward and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I apparently fainted. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I felt an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from the other side of the door came him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.