Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to a Bathroom.

Back when I was 19 years old, my regular journey to work meant taking an packed public transport. The vehicle was always jammed and was consistently standing room only once I got on.

During a certain commute, I was feeling terribly ill when the coach swayed around each corner. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer before the bus got to where I needed to get off, so I could then rush hurriedly toward the most convenient public toilet to be sick.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a curtain fell over me. My vision turned white and really quiet; like someone had muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Thankfully, I was positioned near the front on the bus, so I took several steps forward and told the operator to pull over, informing him I needed to be sick. He promptly opened the doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

I was determined to not get sick in front of six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to walk to the park across the road, thinking I could it would allow me to secretly conceal myself behind a bush to be sick. But then I apparently fainted. I sensed my body but walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I began dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “You right, love?” I explained to this kind passerby that I required to get to a bathroom. So he virtually helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to stay with me but I declined.

A few minutes later, I had recovered to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from outside the stall I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to stand up at that moment but did manage to thank him and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my feet. I returned home and spent several days healing from what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw his features – merely his legs and the big metal toolbox he was carrying – but he saved me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Often this world tends to make people self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. What he did was the kind of action that reverses that emotional callousness. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.