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

At the age of my late teens, my regular journey to work involved an packed public transport. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full by the time I got on.

On one specific day, I started experiencing quite nauseous when the coach lurched around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, and then I could make a mad dash for the nearest washroom to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as I understood I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. My mind raced, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to pull over, explaining to him I needed to get ill. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to vomit. However I apparently lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“You right, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to be sick. So he virtually supported my weight over to an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He wanted to know if I needed him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the toilet when from beyond the door I heard him ask, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I could not to rise at that moment but I was able to express my gratitude and after a few more minutes was able to move my limbs. I made my way home and spent the next few days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – merely his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he was carrying – but he helped me, when I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society has a way of making you defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that protective shell. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.