I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

At the age of 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to be sick.

As we neared the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to make it. Suddenly, it seemed a veil came over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and requested that the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I told this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Thus, he practically helped me walk into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I needed him to wait for me but I declined.

Not long after, I had recovered enough to sit down and from outside the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but I was able to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent the following days recovering from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half and the big container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love in other people.