🔗 Share this article Feeling So Sick I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom. Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard. On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit. As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”. Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement. I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination. “Are you okay, dear?” In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused. Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug. I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless. Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.
Back when I was 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I stepped aboard. On one specific day, I began feeling quite nauseous when the coach lurched around every turn. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit. As we neared the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. All of a sudden, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. My vision turned white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I thought, “I am about to pass out”. Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement. I was resolved not to vomit in front of six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and started trying to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. Yet I likely lost consciousness. I was aware of my body but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards my intended destination. “Are you okay, dear?” In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to a nearby building and guided me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I needed him to wait for me but I refused. Not long after, I had recovered sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Can I get you something?” I was incapable to stand up just then but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing several days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug. I never glimpsed that man’s face – just his lower half along with a sizable container for tools he held – yet he rescued me, when I was completely helpless. Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination leans toward compassion, something I love in other people.