I Was So Ill I Couldn’t Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Virtually Carried Me to the Toilets.

During my my late teens, my morning travel meant taking an packed public transport. It remained crowded and was consistently standing room only by the time I got on.

During a certain commute, I began feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around every turn. I repeatedly told myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could got to my destination, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest washroom to vomit.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I realised I wasn’t going to hold on. Suddenly, it was like a curtain fell over me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was close to the driver inside the vehicle, so I managed several steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, telling him that I was about to vomit. He opened the bus doors and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.

I was determined to avoid being sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could it would allow me to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I sensed my body but walking was impossible or see clearly, leading me to start dragging myself toward my intended destination.

“Are you okay, dear?”

At that moment, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and a stranger inquired, “Everything alright, love?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk over to an adjacent building and put me into the female bathroom. He inquired whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the restroom floor and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to stand up right away but did manage to say thank you and shortly thereafter recovered the use of my legs. I made my way home and then spent the next few days getting over what turned out to be a horrible case of gastroenteritis.

I did not see his features – only his legs along with a sizable container for tools he had with him – but he helped me, at a moment I was completely helpless.

Frequently, society tends to make people defensive, aggressive and competitive. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish about humanity.