I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel meant taking an crowded coach. It remained full and invariably became completely full once I stepped aboard.

During a certain commute, I started experiencing incredibly sick as the bus rocked around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on for a few more stops until the bus arrived at my stop, and then I could sprint quickly to the closest public restroom to vomit.

As we neared the street towards the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to last. In an instant, it felt as if 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 near the front inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and told the operator to pull over, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. He promptly opened the bus doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in front of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and started trying to walk to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. However I likely fainted. I could feel my body but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I told this kind passerby that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me into an adjacent building and placed me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit down when from beyond the door I heard him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to rise just then but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period regained the function of my feet. I got myself home and then spent the following days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he held – yet he rescued me, when I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is towards kindness, something I love in other people.