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

At the age of 19 years old, my daily commute meant taking an packed public transport. It remained jammed and was consistently without any seats once I got on.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could reached where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to the destination as it dawned on me I wasn’t going to hold on. All of a sudden, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, so I managed a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined not to vomit before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk toward the green space across the road, where I believed I could at least discreetly hide among some shrubs to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began inching my way to the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

In that instant, I got scooped up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this unknown man that I needed to get to a bathroom. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a nearby building and placed me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure enough to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and following a brief period recovered the use of my feet. I got myself home passing the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and the big steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that emotional callousness. He was proof that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.