In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of my late teens, my daily commute was on an packed public transport. The vehicle was always crowded and would always be without any seats once I stepped aboard.

One particular morning, I was feeling terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer before the bus arrived at my destination, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to be sick.

The bus was approaching the avenue close to the stop when I understood I was unable to make it. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I will lose consciousness”.

Luckily I was toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him I needed to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited onto the sidewalk.

I was resolved not to vomit before a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. However I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my physical self, yet walking was impossible or see clearly, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He inquired if I wanted him to wait for me but I refused.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up right away but I did succeed to thank him and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home passing the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed his features – merely his legs along with a sizable container for tools he held – but he saved me, when I was at my most vulnerable.

Many times, life tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is towards kindness, a quality I adore about my fellow humans.