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

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an crowded coach. It remained crowded and would always be completely full when I boarded.

During a certain commute, I began feeling incredibly sick while the vehicle swayed around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to persevere another few kilometres before the bus got to where I needed to get off, and then I could rush hurriedly for the nearest public restroom to vomit.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to my stop and I understood I was unable to hold on. Suddenly, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Fortunately, I stood close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I took a couple of steps toward the driver and requested that the driver to open the doors, informing him I was going to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, where I thought it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I could feel my body but walking was impossible or see properly, so I began inching my way to my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I required to be sick. So he virtually carried me down into a close-by structure and placed me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

After a short while, I felt better enough to sit down and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “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 shortly thereafter recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days recovering from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and a large container for tools he was carrying – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a trait I cherish in other people.