I Was So Ill I Was Unable to Walk Until a Fellow Passenger Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.

At the age of 19 years old, my morning travel involved an express bus. It was perpetually crowded and would always be completely full when I got on.

On one specific day, I was feeling quite nauseous when the coach swayed around every turn. I kept telling myself to endure another few kilometres so the bus could got to my stop, and then I could sprint quickly for the nearest public restroom to throw up.

We were coming down the road leading to my stop and I understood I would not be to last. Suddenly, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; similar to when one muted everything. I said to myself, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him that I was about to vomit. The driver opened the entrance and I weakly exited out onto the street.

I was resolved not to vomit in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park opposite the street, where I thought it would allow me to find some privacy among some shrubs to be sick. However I likely blacked out. I sensed my limbs, but I couldn’t walk or see properly, so I began crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

At that moment, I got scooped up. I sensed a strong arm supporting me and heard a man say, “Are you okay, dear?” I told this mysterious stranger that I required to vomit. Thus, he practically helped me walk down into an adjacent building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I declined.

Not long after, I regained my composure to the point of sitting on the restroom floor and from the other side of the door I heard him ask, “Are you OK, love? Do you need anything?” I was incapable to rise right away but I did succeed to say thank you and after a few more minutes recovered the use of my limbs. I returned home and then spent the next few days recovering from which was a nasty tummy bug.

I did not see that man’s face – just his lower half and a large metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, at a moment I was in my weakest state.

Often this world can make you defensive, aggressive and competitive. What he did was the kind of action that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that humanity’s innate tendency is to be kind, a quality I adore about humanity.