I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

Back when I was my late teens, my morning travel involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and was consistently completely full by the time I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I was feeling incredibly sick as the bus swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to persevere for a few more stops before the bus got to my stop, and then I could rush hurriedly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

The bus was approaching the street towards my stop and I understood I would not be to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front of the bus, allowing me to take several steps forward and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He opened the entrance and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way toward the green space opposite the street, thinking I could I could at least secretly conceal myself behind a bush to vomit. However I must have blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I was unable to walk and my vision was blurry, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight over to a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down and from outside the door came 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 say thank you and shortly thereafter was able to move my feet. I got myself home and spent the next few days healing from which was a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he held – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.