🔗 Share this article I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets. Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full once I boarded. During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick. As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”. Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement. My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area. “Are you okay, dear?” Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused. Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus. I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable. Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.
Back when I was nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be completely full once I boarded. During a certain commute, I started experiencing quite nauseous while the vehicle swayed around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus reached my destination, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to be sick. As we neared the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. My vision turned blank and silent; similar to when one turned off the audio. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”. Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, telling him I was going to be sick. He opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement. My intention was to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to stumble across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to discreetly hide among some shrubs to throw up. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area. “Are you okay, dear?” Right then, I got scooped up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and guided me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I refused. Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down and from the other side of the door I heard him inquire, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to get up just then but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus. I never glimpsed his features – just his lower half and a large container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable. Often this world has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that undoes that protective shell. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.