I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. It was perpetually crowded and invariably became without any seats when I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I began feeling incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could got to my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

As we neared the road leading to the destination as I understood I would not be to make it. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went blank and silent; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to stop, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I weakly exited on to the pavement.

My intention was not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I thought I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to throw up. But then I apparently fainted. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I started dragging myself toward the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I felt someone holding me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I required to be sick. Thus, he practically supported my weight into a nearby building and guided me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me whether I required him to remain with me but I said no.

After a short while, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door I heard him inquire, “Do you need anything, love? Do you need anything?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period was able to move my feet. I got myself home passing several days healing from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that our default setting is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.