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

During my my late teens, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I started experiencing incredibly sick when the coach swayed around each corner. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres before the bus reached my stop, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

As we neared the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. All of a sudden, it seemed a veil came over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; as if someone cut the sound. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Thankfully, I was positioned close to the driver on the bus, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to vomit. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I gathered myself and started trying to walk to the park opposite the street, where I thought I’d at least be able to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I likely fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see clearly, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. There was a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “You right, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost supported my weight into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me if I needed him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I felt better to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my feet. I made my way home and then spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – just his lower half along with a sizable steelwork tools container he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.