Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

Back when I was nineteenth year, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only when I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to persevere just a little longer until the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly to the closest washroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the stop when I realised I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front on the bus, so I managed a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to pull over, telling him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to walk toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I’d at least be able to find some privacy near some foliage to be sick. However I likely fainted. I could feel my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. There was an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I required to vomit. Therefore, he almost carried me over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I could not to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my legs. I got myself home passing the next few days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.