🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets. During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full when I boarded. During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick. As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”. Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I managed several steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street. I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park. “Are you okay, dear?” Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined. After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable. Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.
During my nineteenth year, my daily commute involved an express bus. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full when I boarded. During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous as the bus rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer until the bus arrived at my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly to the closest public restroom to be sick. As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”. Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I managed several steps forward and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street. I was determined not to vomit in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I gathered myself and endeavored to walk across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I must have fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park. “Are you okay, dear?” Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined. After a short while, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from the other side of the stall I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to rise just then but I was able to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home passing the following days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis. I never saw the stranger’s face – merely his legs and a large metal toolbox he had with him – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable. Frequently, society can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, something I love about my fellow humans.