I Was So Ill Walking Was Impossible Until a Fellow Passenger Essentially Lifted Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my daily commute was on an express bus. It was perpetually jammed and would always be without any seats once I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling incredibly sick when the coach lurched around every turn. I continuously reassured myself to endure just a little longer so the bus could got to where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash to the closest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I would not be to last. In an instant, it seemed a curtain fell over me. My vision turned blank and silent; like someone had muted everything. I thought, “I’m going to faint”.

Fortunately, I stood toward the front inside the vehicle, allowing me to take a few steps to ask the driver and asked the driver to stop, explaining to him that I was about to get ill. The driver opened the doors and I weakly exited out onto the street.

My intention was to avoid being sick in view of six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to make my way across to the park across the road, where I believed I’d at least be able to find some privacy behind a bush to vomit. But then I likely blacked out. I sensed my physical self, yet I was unable to walk or see properly, so I began dragging myself toward the grassy area.

“You right, love?”

Right then, someone picked me up. I sensed an arm around my waist and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the mysterious stranger that I needed to vomit. Thus, he practically carried me down into a close-by structure and put me inside the women’s restroom. He asked me if I needed him to remain with me but I refused.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the toilet and from the other side of the door I heard his voice asking, “Are you feeling better, dear? Can I get you something?” I wasn’t able to stand up just then but I was able to say thank you and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent several days recovering from what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never glimpsed his features – only his legs along with a sizable steelwork tools container he was carrying – but he helped me, during a time when I was completely helpless.

Many times, life can make you guarded, hostile, and combative. What he did was the kind of action that undoes that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, something I love in other people.