I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.

At the age of nineteenth year, my regular journey to work involved an crowded coach. It was perpetually jammed and was consistently completely full once I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling terribly ill while the vehicle lurched around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my destination, at which point I could sprint quickly toward the most convenient washroom to throw up.

The bus was approaching the road leading to the destination as I realised I would not be 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. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood near the front of the bus, allowing me to take a few steps forward and asked the driver to pull over, explaining to him I was going to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I hurriedly stepped on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I picked myself up and endeavored to make my way across to the park on the other side, where I believed it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to throw up. However I must have fainted. I was aware of my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the grassy area.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a man’s voice asked, “You right, love?” I told this unknown man that I needed to be sick. So he virtually helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me in the ladies’ toilets. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I said no.

A few minutes later, I had recovered sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him inquire, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I could not to get up at that moment but did manage to express my gratitude and following a brief period recovered the use of my limbs. I got myself home passing several days getting over what was later diagnosed as a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed the stranger’s face – just his lower half and the big container for tools he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His was the sort of gesture that reverses that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a trait I cherish about my fellow humans.