Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on for a few more stops before the bus arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the street towards my stop and I understood I wasn’t going to last. Suddenly, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to be sick. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit in view of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to stumble toward the green space across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to be sick. Yet I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I felt an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but did manage to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large steelwork tools container he held – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, a trait I cherish about humanity.